Four days ago it was the year anniversary of the 9.0 earthquake and devastating tsunami that hit Japan.
And every day for the past year I have thought about earthquakes, my children’s safety, about where to run, where to take cover, I’ve made it a habit to look up above me when walking anywhere. I always keep my eyes open for open “safe” spaces where ever I am. I rush my errands in department stores when I’ve got the kids with me, especially our local PARCO. Because I was a block away from it when the earthquake hit and I saw how it was swaying back and forth over the street below. I will never forget that. All the people who lost their lives and the ones that lost their homes in the tsunami. It’s hard to grasp.
This past year have been so mentally stressful and the first months back in Japan I was suffering from severe anxiety, and I’ve come to learn that anxiety can be mentally paralyzing. And it’s exhausting. Although I still think about all this, at least the anxiety is under control.
Another thing, here we get “early earthquake alerts” via the cell phones as well. It gives you about a 1 sec heads up before a bigger quake is hitting. Phone blinking and this extremely stressful warning alarm sounds out. That to me just makes the whole situation worse. Cuz now you have the alarm and the shaking at once. I mean what can you do in 1 second? …The whole night after the earthquake my phone was going of with quake alerts. I was on my toes, alone with the kids, because my husband was stuck in Nagoya till the next morning..STRESS-FULL!
Last night we had a 6.1 and “brreep! brreep! brreep!”, both mine and my hubbys phones goes off at the same time, a second later the whole building is rocking back and forth. Kids sleeping, we’re just pausing, looking at each other, looking at the light swaying above the table. I don’t think you can ever get used to it, but at the same time you are…it’s weird. Scary and it is what it is. The earth is alive.
My thoughts are with the people still struggling with the aftermath of this tragedy.













