Slash Your Nightmare The Beginning Odyssey
When I finally returned home in May 1013, six long months after the brutal war had come to an end, my mind and soul were far from at peace. The moment I stepped foot in my familiar surroundings, the nightmares began to haunt me relentlessly. The doctors explained to me that this was a common phenomenon among war veterans, the residual trauma and memories of the battlefield lingering long after the physical wounds had healed.
The flashbacks were like vivid bursts of images and sounds, transporting me back to the horrors of war. The night terrors were even worse, engulfing me in a suffocating sense of fear and helplessness. At times, the line between reality and these haunting memories blurred, making it difficult to distinguish between the past and the present. This particular nightmare felt especially intense, as if I was reliving a traumatic moment all over again.
The constant struggle with these demons from the past weighed heavily on my soul, affecting my daily life and sense of well-being. Despite the support of my loved ones and the efforts of medical professionals, the shadows of war continued to cast a dark cloud over my existence. The road to recovery seemed endless, but I held onto hope that one day, I would find peace and solace once more.