Last night I woke up shivering and sweating. The tips of my fingers were numb. I began to panic and cry and did not understand what was going on. Is this still PTSD?
Today, right now, it feels like I’ve emerged from something – a cloud, an ocean, or whatever – to the rest of the world. As if the entire past year was just a compressed acquisition of nothing, the submerged part of an iceberg that I can no longer see. What happened and where was I?