On Saturday, one of my scheduled house tour went live (I’ve deleted it since then). Someone who never left a comment before left a harsh comment on Instagram, saying that in the wake of the terrible events that happened in Paris, all I could think of, was interiors.
Lady, nothing could be further from the truth…
As I’m currently experiencing the loss of a father I loved very much, everything I read about families who lost loved ones during this terrible tragedy, resonates strongly within me.
I watched the news until late Friday evening and spent Saturday totally spaced out. Since then, I have been watching a lot of documentaries and read lots of news articles trying to understand Daech, to understand what can be done, to see how we can help Syria.
I cry…I cry a lot.
I read posts on Facebook of people searching for friends, for information and I feel the pain, their pain, my family’s pain to the deepest of my being.
I keep asking myself “what’s the point!?” of doing what we are doing or living and I know that I can’t let myself think like this because it will lead me to a place I don’t want to go but it’s there.
The death of my dad has shaken me deeply. It was unexpected like what happened on Friday was, and I don’t understand, I don’t have answers, I just know I want things to change. I don’t know yet how they can change, what we can do as a community to change things but things have to change.
So to answer your comment Lady…I posted a photo of an inspiring interior because I wanted a break.
I wanted to have a f… break from feeling everyone’s else pain.
I wanted to laugh and think about something else other than pain, loss, grief, the fact that I will never see my dad ever again, the fact that so many people had lost on Friday people they truly loved the same way we lost our dad a few weeks earlier.
I wanted to forget that we live in a world where people don’t think twice about killing each other, that it is not only Paris that suffers but Beirut, Kenya, the US and London a few years ago.
I wanted to take my mind away from what’s going on and lose myself in things that comfort me. I wanted to shut myself from the world because right now, this is too much for me and I have a 10 years old who needs me, who is also dealing with the loss of her grand-dad so we still do things like nothing had happened, laugh with friends, go to the skate park, watch stupid American comedies, write about interiors so something, someone can make us feel a bit happy inside.
So I’m sorry if you felt my post was unsensitive but I would just say this to you, before being all judgemental on someone you don’t know, never met or never interact with on Instagram, just be kind.