In this excerpt from A Beirut Heart: One Woman’s War I address the issue of PTSD. While its symptoms can be treated and lives seemingly return to normal, war never leaves you
When my husband left Beirut to attend a medical conference in Boston he insisted the children and I move from our dangerous neighborhood to the relative safely of my sister-in-law’s apartment. When the fighting stopped the children and I returned home. I thought we had handled this latest round of fighting quite well. So when classes resumed I was surprised when Nayla refused to get out of bed.
“I can’t go to school, Mommy,” she said. “Please don’t force me to go.”
“Okay, darling, you can stay home today but…”
“No, Mommy, you don’t understand,” and she began to cry. “I can’t go back there again, ever.”
After she had fallen back to sleep I called my husband…
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