My Life Between the Dimensions

I read somewhere that you know you are truly over something, a loss of a family member or friend or a traumatic episode in your life, when you can tell the story without crying. That's why I know something is broken in me. And I am truly distressed by it. In my formative years there were challenges that were very hurtful at the time, but I refused to emote any weakness or sorrow.  Tears were weakness.  I vowed to never put them on display, I vowed to be strong. In high school I was a national speech champion, delivering patriotic and emotional speeches with both fire and compassion.  I was a fierce debater in college and was a collegiate delegate to the Model United Nations.  All of my oratory came from a position of strength. In the service I dealt with stress and witnessed  tragedy on an almost everyday basis.  There was no place for emotional display. My return home was not unlike most returning Vietnam veterans, without celebration or acknowledgeme...