No one ever taught anyone how to handle the after effects of a gunman on campus.
Depression set in like an over-sized linebacker for the Patriots.
We have zero knowledge about true situational awareness and its consequences after the event.
The best place for me to be in under the door, so I become a door wedge.
Thoughts travel at lighting speed in times of a gunman on campus.
I come to the conclusion that if I take the couches and pile them up in front of the door it will not stop a gunman. But it will slow him/her down enough for me to prepare the next level of reaction.
Everyone is on their cell phones reaching out to anyone and everyone they can think of to say either good-bye or tell someone they love them.
I was thrown out at 15 to live on the street of Anchorage Alaska in the middle of December. Where the first night I literally almost froze to death sleeping in a abandoned car at the of a street.
A woman runs down the far aisle and then comes up from behind saying this is not a drill: “Gunman on campus.”
I am doing the typical survivor mode of finding exits and people who could hurt me.
As my anxiety raises like my blood pressure, I just settle into the thoughts of improvement and realizing the self discipline that this will take.
The safety of my car when I am in the midsts of anxiety attack is a siren call is bellowing me to come home and find safety.
When social anxiety takes over a life.
“How do I do this, and how can I make it to class if I cannot even make it through the front door. Open the car door, turn off the car, make sure you have wallet, keys, and hopeful demeanor.”
A survivor of sexual abuse is always looking in the rearview mirror.
Sun danced on barely browned grass.