May 17, 2006 § 1 Comment
Last night Kenny, Mommy, Fr. Ed and I went to see United 93. While Kenny found the movie very empowering and Mommy felt proud for the American spirit and steeled in resolve, I found the experience to be anything but cathartic. Watching the film was like violently ripping open wounds that I had hoped were more healed than they were. Although there is no doubt the movie was very well made and should have been made, in many ways I wish I did not go see it myself. I remember that day too vividly; I did not need to relive it.
I cried and cried and cried after the movie was over, and had some kind of attack in the car on the way home. My breathing was coming so quickly that I couldn't get any oxygen, and nearly passed out if it weren't for Kenny trying to calm me down. At home, I stumbled into the house, literally crawled up the stairs, and dragged myself into bed. Sleep was sweet after such a harrowing experience.
Today I am feeling better. I'm glad I got that over with so I don't have to go anymore.