Suffering from nostalgia
Can you experience PTSD from writing a memoir? At what point does looking back switch from personal growth to a damaging obsession?
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The other day I woke up to the sound of my dogs barking uncontrollably. Usually only the tiny Pomeranian makes a peep; my aging Black Lab rarely likes to leave his kennel unless food is involved. My boyfriend Isac went to investigate and discovered a homeless …