Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Talia is 42, a war photographer who has spent the last decade hiding behind her camera and her pain. After returning home from her last assignment in Syria, the PTSD took over. Crowds terrified her. Thunder made her collapse. She couldn’t hold a conversation without feeling fractured. For a while, she slept in closets, believing the darkness would keep her safe.

It was a support group message board that led her to ReckonTank. At first, she only listened to others. Stories of people like her—frozen in time, stuck in the echoes of the past. But something clicked. If they could speak, maybe she could too.

Her first post was a whisper. Just one sentence: “I remember the sound of the sand and the scream.” Then another. Then another. Until the story flowed. With every memory unpacked, every photo described, every fear spoken, something inside her began to realign.

ReckonTank gave Talia more than an audience. It gave her a mirror, a safe room, a release. She began sleeping again. Talking again. And finally, believing in a future. Her scars remain, but now they have context. Meaning. And most importantly, listeners.

ReckonTank isn’t just a platform. It’s a community of voices rising through pain into power. Talia stands with them now, not behind a lens—but in front of one, proud and whole.