There are definitely ways of coping with the events from ten years ago that are more crippling than reparative.
But remembering that loss helps me to acknowledge in a healthy way the time in my life when I was terrorized.
It’s not a patch I’ll ever sew on my sleeve. I don’t talk about it all the time. I was a kid. It was in the ’80s.
It happened. I can’t unhappen it.
But I also have chosen not to let it discourage me.
Through it, I have learned resolve and determination and forgiveness. I have exercised faith. It has taken a long time.
So, of course I see loss and sorrow, but I also see hope and trust that our country will recover.
We will heal.