Afterthoughts, I suppose, the looking back, later in life it’s a series of tragedies, karst, detritus, residual ground. They say there are 600 therapists here now. The next picture is from the GLBT Center, where the proceeds from the Broadway version of What the World Needs Now supports. The center is still a hub for community.
The Pulse Victims Tragedy response was coordinated by a close friend and they are all overwhelmed by the number of sessions & the intensity plus there are group meetings & we have protection now. I have taken medical leave from work I am so stressed, incapacitated really. I _may_ be able to retire now or soon; that week, it’s like I shorted out in my brain, like being struck by lightning. Life as a series of shocks. All the shootings post Pulse, I read about them but it’s not sinking in anymore, it’s too much to process. Every untimely death a trauma, and all these so senseless. My heart goes out to all those being murdered.
The seed for this entry is from a gun violence article considering the Post Pulse world.