So, Yesterday was full of televised tributes to 9/11. In the main, I think it’s necessary to the national psyche to have a benchmark to measure our healing and progress against. I worry though that it hurts those closest to the loss to see us all going on, pretty much the same as ever. Until losing my husband, I’d never given it much thought. I don’t personally know any of the families who lost loved ones on 9/11, but I hurt for them. I hurt because today it’s 13 years and a day after, and the media has moved to the next big topic, and the rest of the world has moved on, and for them, it’s 13 years and a day of pain, of grief, of missing, of not having their world back to normal.
I don’t doubt that the pain lessens some, but hopefully they know that they are not just forgotten the other 364 days of the year.
On a personal note, I’ve started back on prozac again for anxiety/PTSD. It works well for me, if I can stand the side effects (usually why I quit), I’ve noticed a change already (4 days in) in my sleep patterns, so I’m kinda hopeful. The anxiety this time of year is pretty crippling, so meds at least in the near term are helping with that some.