Last night,
the summer I thought would be an invisible one for me became visible.
Iran
attacked us.
And
everything that I was carrying with me for the past weeks, months even, felt
like a wave that came crushing over my head.
The sirens
are back. The late-night run for shelter. The flashbacks.
And so is
the fear. For my daughter. For my husband. The anxiety. The exhaustion of
spending so much emotional energy on medical appointments, procedures, tests
and uncertainty. I though I could at
least move through them, survive them like I always did. For the past 14 years.
But no. Suddenly, the pre-alarm sounded. The headlines said: “Hey, you have one more thing to add to your piles of worries”.
But I won’t stop living my invisible, suddenly visible summer. I will try to cope, as I always do, by writing.
Words never fail me, they come when I summon them.
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