thelibra

I can't believe it's been four years.

~ Every time I cough, I wonder if it's because what I inhaled that day is still working its way out of my system.

~ I close my eyes at night to go to sleep and pray that, just this once, my slumber will be peaceful and free of 'the nightmare'.

~ Singing our national anthem still brings me to tears.

~ My stomach tightens any time the acrid odor of a smoldering building reaches my nose. Seeing plumes of smoke billowing from a distance brings on the worst kind of nausea.

~ I know I'll never be the same.