I did not want to join the millions blogging and posting about the Boston marathon bombings. I still don't so I will keep this brief.
I found this and was immediately teary eyed because someone was able to put into words what I have been feeling for a week. Looking for motivational quotes for Facebook pages led me to this...who knew I'd be compelled to post about something so tragic..but I have to tell you a little about what has been going on. We know how severe pain can be all because of stress. I am a huge example of that, time has shown my body refuses to move if I can't control my stress level. No if and's or but's about it. Stress can cripple someone without fibro!
Anyway to my point... I am from Boston, and a runner when my body allows. Although I was safe and sound at home having turned down an invite to go watch (thankfully!) the bombing left me stressed and distressed in a way I have not felt since 9-11. I have had a lot on my plate, emotionally, physically, and mentally. This attack added an additional struggle for me intellectually and morally. How, why, and also trying to explain it to my kids in a way that did not scare them...it was shutting me down. I was tired, sad, hurting, alienated friends, dismissed my husband, took no supplements, ate crap food, had trouble sleeping, and even housework fell by the wayside because I simply could focus and get myself together. The relief I feel with the capture is like 100 pounds lifted off my shoulders.
Although I have much to complain about, I have more to be thankful for and my pain seems bearable compared to those directly effected. I cannot imagine, nor even pretend to, what those families and victims are going through. How long it takes to pick the pieces up and move forward. But I cannot dwell on it for fear of crying in bed everyday. Having empathy is supposed to be a great and admirable human quality but sometimes it causes pain too great.