When I got back, my mind was screwed up. For two reasons.
I didn’t want anyone to know I was defective and weak.
I was afraid and frightened.
I had suppressed stress and that bang on the head.
And ignored the adrenalin on which my body had become dependent.
Here’s the deal: You have dealt with stress? Seek help. I’d go today to a good neurologist, not a shrink.
Don’t be ashamed. Seek help,