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PTSD

(So much for not being dramatic about counseling. That went out the window last night.)

The counselor guy said, "There will be bits of what you told me that will effect you for the rest of your life. How do you feel about that?" And I replied, "Well, that stinks. I've tried to let it go, and I think I have, and then I'll smell something or see something, or something will happen, and it will all come back again." Then Wayne, my counselor (He's got a cool name), backpedalled and said that I wouldn't have to deal with that sort of thing anymore, that that was typical of PTSD, and that could be helped. He meant that I would always remember and that it made me who I was.

It's not, "Wow, I have PTSD." though. It's, "I've got a name for what I've been experiencing for a while now."