I Don’t Want to Live in the Land of the Brave Anymore
I don’t want to be Theo. I desperately don’t want to be Theo. But as the molecules of Boylston Street’s pavement waft through New England tonight, I can’t help but feel that we’re all being asked to turn into some version of him.
This is a brave statement.
Even if terrorism hasn’t physically hurt us, it has caused emotional damage to many of us, myself included (my mom worked in Manhattan during 9/11 and my dad works right near the Boston Marathon finish line).
We shouldn’t be brave just to front and show “them” that “they” haven’t destroyed our spirit; we should first check that we’re actually okay (and it’s okay to not be okay).
If you want to talk about it, find a friend, family member, teacher or look for a counseling service (there are many hotlines and low-cost ones available). If you need to think quietly for yourself, do that. Don’t try to move on if you cannot. Mental health is just as important as physical health.
After you’re okay, look to help others within your means. Then look to help society, again only doing what you are able to. Ask yourself: “Why has this happened?” “What in society has led someone to do this?” “How do we prevent this from happening to anyone in the world again?” These are frighteningly huge questions, but they are the ones that allow us to see the true cause of these events, beyond just blaming one person, one group or one religion.