How did I cope when my world turned upside down? I used to find solutions to all my problems at the bookstore. Ever since I started reading, books always saved me. They took me out of my circumstances, gave me answers with advice or by example for whatever ailed me. But after my husband Eddie died at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001, nothing was the same.
Waddling down the self-help aisle, newly widowed and 7-1/2 months pregnant, I was unable to find anything to ease my pain and offer me guidance. Specifically, I wanted to know what was this grief that now filled me? And what was this life I was now leading, so debilitated by this grief?
But even if I had found what I needed during that awful fall of 2001, I wouldn’t have been able to read it. In those days, I couldn’t focus: my mind was too scattered and busy trying to comprehend my tragic personal circumstances within such an enormous public trauma. It took me a month before I could read more than a couple sentences, and many more before I could get through an entire book. (more…)