This will be the first post on mental health
On a beautiful Sunday, we decided to go to the mall for lunch. We got back to work, and noticed two men busting down our work door...glass everywhere. At first we thought it was construction since we’ve been going through so much recently... even had windows replaced. Our first instinct was to yell out... “what are you doing?!” They yelled back “trying to make some money” he then started to walk towards our car like he was about to do something. My boyfriend seemed to be frozen, I told him to drive...leave...go! We peeled out, I called the cops, while he called our two coworkers inside to warn them. Next thing you know, cops are there, the whole street is closed off, they even had lapd helicopters on the scene, there were Raid teams with AR’s and ready to do a search of the building. Meanwhile, we were in shock. My coworkers hid themselves in the bathroom.
To say the least this impacted us a good bit. This stuff happens so fast it’s hard to remember every detail. You only have a few seconds to see their car, to see their license plate, everything...I kicked myself for not getting a picture..but would that have been the safest thing for me to do? He was walking towards our car like he was about to do something. Sadly, they were not caught. We all are safe but it’s still scary. We went home and nothing felt the same. We just still felt on edge. Our bodies felt so exhausted and mentally we did not feel okay after all of that action.
I started to think about the cops who live in situations like this everyday and I can only imagine how they deal with this. They put themselves in harms way to help people like us. They deserve so much more respect than they get.
Needless to say, we had a hard time sleeping. We kept thinking about how badly things could have went. What if we were late from lunch? What if we didn’t go to the mall? What would they have done if we didn’t see them? So many things could have went differently and I thank the lord we are all okay and safe.
I woke up at 5AM. News everywhere about the Las Vegas shooting. The worst shooting in US history. I saw the chaos videos of the gun sounds spraying on innocent concert goers. As you know, I do concert photography...I’ve been in Vegas doing concerts several times....this could have easily been us. The enjoyment of a concert is beautiful, it’s a time to let go, dance but not mass murders. The impact the robbery had on me...I can only imagine the impact it had on these concert goers. I read on one post a man saw a women get shot in the head next to her. That’s it... a woman who got dressed up, probably posted on Facebook, excited to have a good night, was shot and forever dead. Like that’s it. It’s the end for her. That can happen to all of us. When do we know it’s our end? We don’t. Shit like this happens, will we have a chance to say goodbye? Did she have kids? This quick event, all this chaos just made impacts on so many people for life. The people there I’m sure are mentally impacted...anxiety, depression, ptsd...it’s real and it’s not fun. It’s a silent illness no one can see. Lord I pray for these people and I thank the cops who were there to take care of the evil man who did this. Again, the cops.. they have to be the brave ones who go in scary situations and take care of it. I’ve never had more respect for cops. At the end of the day where are they mentally? I’m absolutely this takes a toll on ones mind. The scene alone..pure carnage.
America, where do we go from here? This world is so evil. Why do people do these things? Why do they feel it’s okay to break others things, steal...kill. Where are we mentally after dealing with this, where are the cops mentally, and where are the criminals mentally? Why?
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