It’s been 9 days.
As I write this, I’m still struggling with after quake anxiety attacks.
I’m grateful that no one in my family nor my closest friends suffered any injuries or damage. I do count my blessings every moment of every day.
Still, the fear lingers on.
I do fine during the day when there’s noise outside. I keep busy preparing products for the craft fair in October to keep my mind off things. It’s when the darkness takes over that my anxiety strikes, at that very moment when I should be going to bed.
The silence makes it worse because the natural creaking sounds a house makes seem scary. I then remember the unnatural sounds of those three long minutes: the cement and glass shaking all around me. They terrify me. My brain can’t cast them out.
My therapist said we’re all going through PTSD. Our fight or flight response should go back to a natural state in a few days.
It’s been a week and I’m still waiting to get enough sleep. I can’t help but to feel startled when my cats start moving on the bed or scared by loud sounds. I long for a good nights sleep so I can have enough energy to go out for a run in the fresh air.
How I miss those quiet days.
P.S. Things are still not back to normal in the affected areas. Much of the help sent hasn’t reached its final destination in rural areas. Rebuilding might take months or even years in some cases.
So far, we’ve raised $12 USD (thank you SO much Emily, Gudrun and Janet!). Will you help me reach $100.00?