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On September 11th 2001, I gave myself reasons after reason to make it down 92 floors. I've come to realize that all of those reasons, simply means, I didn't lose hope in myself. We help others use the hope they have in themselves to move forward through some of life's toughest obstacles.

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My Story

I was 18 years old, and 6 1/2 months pregnant while working at 2 World Trade Center on September 11th, 2001.  I worked on the 92nd floor and managed to survive walking through the impact zone to what I thought was safety. Upon exiting the building, I learned that the world outside was no longer the safe world I left.

Not only my life was changed that day, but everyone’s life was impacted.


Trying to find help with my mental health post 9/11 in New York was difficult, because we were all traumatized. But finding mental help in Texas was harder. I felt as though no one could help me grasp the concept of what happened and help me get back to the Me, I was pre-9/11.


I started searching for ways to help myself. I eventually became a mental health counselor and started breaking down what it means to be depressed, anxious, or traumatized. I started finding ways to make mental health make sense, so it doesn’t seem intangible.