This is a great idea. Way back when I was a reporter I did a week in Mississippi covering Katrina and it fucked me up a bit. I got help—not professional—but still. Help is good. This seems like a good resource. https://twitter.com/havethehabit/status/1194358375884218368

For what it’s worth, if anyone cares to hear it: it was a very hard week. I was sleeping in a tent in parking lots or driving several miles to Mobile to file stories...

and I was only there a week. I know people were suffering so much more. And it felt so weird to just leave and go home to everything being ok...

And I felt weird for about a week and one night just started bawling. Like, uncontrollable sobbing. Which... is not a thing I’ve done before? I thought I was just tired...

And then it happened a few more times. Including in front of my then girlfriend. Who dragged it out of me what was wrong. I guess mild PTSD? I don’t know. But...

I knew this guy who served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Like, at the height of Bush. He was doing heavy shit. One night at a bar they pulled a grate down and the sound made him dive under a table. No one saw but me...

A few days later I took him aside and told him how I felt and I started crying again and he put his hands on my shoulders and he said “now you know you can die.” And it was like he flipped a switch. He was right. And it’s what I needed to hear and acknowledge...

Anyway. Help is good no matter where it comes from. I’ve been having a hard time with some stuff lately and am looking for help because I know I need it. It’s a first step but steps are better than standing still...

This got really heavy. Anyway. Love each other. We’re all we’ve got.