but instead here I am.
I got depressed.
someone made me remember the times when hurting people was a need in order to keep the team safe.
it really got me down, I even mentioned it to my schrink, he says is okay, because things have changed too fast and too many times this last three years, I agree, I don't even want to be called shallow or young anymore.. I'm not ababy I know but from that to be called old lady there's a whole new territory right?
A year home, finally a year, and I still get up in th emiddle of the night when there's strong sounds scared and looking for my gun.
Still scared to drive by myself and still too sharp around the adges...
