



I can't even remember the last time I've not been dealing with some kind of stressful situation, to the point where I can't even laugh about the absurdity of it anymore, and am just filled with anger and confusion. I am lucky to be alive right now, but somehow I feel that I was kept alive only so the bullshit could continue on happening, but the worst thing about all of this is that I am not experiencing this alone. In fact, I got off incredibly lucky compared to many people in my neighborhood. Many families went to sleep the night of the storm believing that it would be like those we've previously experienced.. an assumption that costed a lot of people their lives. I went to bed that night assuming the same thing, but also with the risks in the back of my mind. The water stopped just 5 feet short of taking my life as well.
I was trapped inside my house for 2 days before running out of resources and finally getting the courage to travel for help on foot. With each mile, the severity of the storms impact and damage became more and more clear, and so did the realization that I would be walking much farther than planned for help.