The Atlantic Hurricane Season of 2017 officially ended yesterday but it’s aftermath is still sinking in for some of its survivors. Words like epic, devastating, and unprecedented come to mind, yet they miserably fail to capture the impact upon numerous lives.
Thanks to the National Hurricane Center–I’ll be referencing them a LOT, by the way–we have awesome charts, data, and graphics to record what happened from June through November of this year, among many others. But THIS year, I am a statistic. I am part of the billions of dollars of destruction and relief aid; I am one of the millions of people who lived through these tropical cyclones or had to be evacuated to safety; I was not in one of the thousands of homes that lost roofs or was submerged under floodwaters, but I know many who were; mine was not one of the hundreds of lives that were claimed by these storms, may their souls rest in peace…
With the life that I am unspeakably grateful to have, I choose to begin. This isn’t my first blog, but it is the first time that I am using one to publicly process, heal, and serve. I have to process my emotions about what happened in order to move forward, and I find writing to be immensely therapeutic. Also, in some strange way, I feel that starting to share my journal–whether it’s with the world-wide-interwebs or just 3 dedicated readers (Love you, mom!)–I’ll be serving a community within ‘the numbers’.
My experience wasn’t terribly horrific by any stretch of the imagination… but it is still mine and I need to get it out. My name is Tanisha, and this is my story: The IrMaría Chronicles.