I don't expect anyone to respond to this post, but I just need to write it out. Â About 10.5 years ago, two towers in my city crashed to the earth and thousands of people died. Â The morning that it happened, I was north of the city in a constitutional law class. Â When I got back home, I had to clean a thick layer of dust from my window sills, and over the months I discovered various items in my apartment that were covered in a black, thick dust. Â I knew what it was...that dust. Â It is 10.5 years later and I'm still not over it. Â Why doesn't the sadness go away?
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My biggest problem with the whole situation is that I had the good fortune of living. Â Another big problem is that I live in the minds of the deceased every day. Â I didn't have to make the phone call, I didn't have to decide to jump. Â But yet, I'm there, I'm thinking about it. Â Every day I look out of my window in my tall office building and think: Â I don't have to make that decision to jump. Â And, I feel GUILTY. Â It has been 10.5 years, and I think about it every day. Â There are so many reasons why I could have been in the area at that time (my office was only a block from the site and someone in my office actually died in the collapse). Â After all these years, the day and experience is still in living color to me. Â I walk around the area and still "see" dust in the cracks in the sidewalk. Â I am surrounded by ghosts.
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I'm having trouble looking through any other lens than the lens of that experience, and I wasn't even a first-hand participant. Â I didn't stand at the base of the towers, but I stared at the dust on my window sills. Â I walked around in the haze and smoke of the murdered. Â I walked around the shell of a place and look(ed) up into the blank sky where there was once steel and shadows. Â My daily life is filled with constant reminders. Â Every time a movie comes out about the experience, it seems super shallow to me even though I know the other person's experience and interpretation is valid. Â
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I've read about survivor's guilt. Â I'm not a survivor in the sense that I actually survived a tragedy, but I feel like I was a reluctant witness. Â I feel like I've been cleaning up ever since. Â There is no peace yet.
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Thanks for listening. Â I haven't really talked about it all to anyone.






I was 3k miles away that day and still feel guilt. Â I still cry when I see images, cry when I see movies. Â It's ok, Â That was a horrible day and that day is something to remember and honor. Â I can not imagine having to clean the dust for months on end






