The drank my way through evacuation lead up, during and after. I certainly felt numb, and coped by obsessing over sex and men. I acted out. I was juvenile. But after I was home and safe, I was ok.
It was a traumatic experience for sure, but I was ok, I think. I didn't cry, I wasn't depressed or angry. My obsession with sex and men eventually tapered off, as with my dependence on booze and cigarettes.
Still I can't help but wonder, was I ok? Really? For realz?
Sometimes I can't help but feel like I just woke up from a pleasant dream and it makes me sad that it's all merely a distant haze.
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