I spent the night drinking with a fellow aid worker who is really fucked up by what happened in Iraq to him and his colleagues (I’ve been drinking, so I’m using the technical term fucked up to describe his state of mind).
I came back from Iraq kind of fucked up myself. My wife listened to it for over a year and then she told me to either get over it, or get help. That sounds cold, but it was what I needed to hear. I know some people who are really having a hard time moving forward and I thank god I’m not one of them (ETA, I’m actually an atheist, but you know what I mean).
I know this all sounds corny, but looking back it really was fork in the road for me and I know people who took the other path. I’m realy glad my wife kicked my ass.