Status Updates From Found, Wanting

"It didn’t take long for him to diagnose me. PTSD.
‘Like … soldiers?’ I had asked.
‘Yes.’
I had gone to war, conscripted to fight for a country I knew nothing about, and I had come back shell-shocked. Self-destructive behaviour, agitation, hostility, flashbacks, fear, loss of pleasure, guilt, insomnia, nightmares, emotional detachment, unwanted thoughts, severe anxiety. I was a textbook case."

aw-w, so me core.

None of us really knew what we were doing. The grief turned us insane. There is an assumption that the grieving process is a natural one. It’s not. People would look to me for advice, to follow my lead, to follow orders, ready to serve. I was not a dependable captain of this grief ship. I was taking us all down.

Slow and steady with this one (too preoccupied with Duolingo)