I read an account once of an airplane crash where there
was a very fortunate man who survived the disaster without
hardly a scratch while all around him were the dead and
the broken pieces of wreckage, and the absence of anyone else alive within seeing distance. So he waited to be rescued, and when describing to the rescuers what had happened he lost it, you see he had to face what had happened. The most terrifying question to him was why had he survived and no one else had, at least as far as he knew?
I am not the only one that ever survived an AVM bleed,
but I am sorry for those who died, and even more sorry
for those who still have to cope with the terrible
indescribable aftereffects.
Why me? Why you? Why? Is this part of PTSD?