So why do I come here to talk about war stuff and ptsd? It's way more fun to talk about the lovely things in life. I'm becoming more and more convinced to put the lid back on these little boxes of memories and nail them shut.

Never has a sex chat brought about the same kind of emotional collapse as we find with touching these memories.

Is it the general conclusion that we must remember all of this stuff to get over it? Ugh.

Why am I here? I don't know crap about this.
T.