Family simches bring me to the synagogue now and then, and when it is an orthodox shul I always have a hard time.  Sitting in the women’s section when I can barely hear and cannot participate always drive me wild, but today was a particularly difficult time because news broadcasts from the past months kept flashing in between the prayers.  The guns of the soldiers below kept intersecting with lines like “He frees the imprisoned,” “He heals the sick….”

We keep talking about PTSD but i didn’t realize until this moment that I too am suffering from it.