Found journal entries: the Earthquake
As time has healed the trauma and PTSD I suffered after surviving the 7.8 Kaikoura Earthquake, I sometimes forget how far I've come. When people ask about my tattoo, I often minimize the experience. I wasn't ready to share these when I wrote them in 2016-2017. At that time, I could barely talk about the events with even my closest family members, and it's possible the details below might be news to them. But it's time. Time to explain, in some way, why I will never be the same person I was before the earthquake. Because I can't wait to share (hopefully in the next blog post!) who I am today, due in part to this experience. The Old Convent, 2018 ___ 7.8 I’m attempting to break the silence, and the awkwardness of posting a blog about loving the place I live days before it is devastated by an earthquake. These past three weeks have been a confusion of “How do I talk about the earthquake?” “How can I make people understand, though they will never understand?” “How d
