Blessed be those who walk my path with me. [journal]

Could it really be called reality shock what broke my ability to sleep and plunged me into despair again? There really is no other word for it. Perhaps not the shock itself only but also that I could not leave as soon as I felt uncomfortable being there (that would be the moment I stepped on the bus). Forced to burn the images of such horror into my mind. Forced to be in a place where I found out just then that I don't belong.