ALERT LEVEL **RED**

She has PTSD. She is yelling and "playing" (read: being loud, violent and a tad crazy-sounding) instead of resting. She misses B because "I didn't got to day goo-bye" and is yelling the world about it.
She is tired.
Eventually she'll rest? right?
Hah. Who am I kidding. She has PTSD.
Perpetually on Terrorist Alert level "RED". Like we were almost a decade ago, not like today when we live in "orange" and are able to ("easily") maintain daily life like it's, well, at the moment, Friday... No, she's always living with the intense tense acuity almost everyone walked around in in late 2001.
Only she learned to love the terrorist, who had the personality of Jekyll and Hyde. She learned to depend on the terrorist the way a child depends on their mother for love, comfort, food, and shelter. Classic Stockholm Syndrome.
Because her mother was the terrorist.