It's not that I am not proud to be American.
It's not that I don't value all the beautiful lives that were snuffed out that day.
It's not that I don't know that there were countless heroes born that day.
I will never forget any of it:
The second plane hitting.
The voice of the newsman.
The image of people falling to their deaths.
It's that I just can't revisit the pain, the fear, the panic.