I have hit the proverbial brick wall. There is work to be done and I cannot do it. I don’t have the heart to play with the kids on Delmas 91. I can’t sleep at night unless I take sleeping pills. I can count on one hand the number of times that I have really laughed since the quake. G has to force me to eat because I am not hungry. I keep picking up rocks and having an insatiable urge to throw them, hard. I feel myself starting to cry constantly.
It is time to get out. Time to go to a safe haven and let myself cry, let myself process, let myself recover. I don’t want to leave G and Delmas 91 but if I don’t, what good am I to anyone? People keep reminding me that this is not a sprint; it is a marathon. And this marathon runner needs to take a break if she intends to finish the race.
I will arrive in Boston on Saturday. I will be happy to receive calls and visits after Saturday. Please email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) to schedule visits or to get my phone number if you don’t already have it.
I appreciate your prayers at this time. In some ways, it is the hardest thing I have done yet.