I'd poured some hot green tea into a thermos for Tori and was now staring out again at the wooded area at the back portion of my property. Tori was not having a good day, and I felt it was partially, if not fully, my fault. Had I known how bad it could get for her, I would have never put so much out there at once. She'd done such a good job at keeping these episodes of hers to herself. I, of course, knew she dealt with bad anxiety, but I had no clue how severe the physical effects were for her. Not to say I didn't understand, I did. When coming back from my last deployment, I suffered horribly from PTSD. If not for therapy and my spiritual practices, I would still be alcohol dependent and unable to function without high dosages of anxiety medications. I was relieved when Tori agreed to
