PTSD and War: A Photojournalist’s Firsthand Account

I went to Bucha on the second day of liberation. We stopped at a completely destroyed apartment building. It was the first time I saw such devastation. There were new children’s clothes, a crib, and a baby carrier amidst the wreckage. There was blood on the floor and a blow-up doll with a bag over its head. A woman told me they took two people from the building. That was my first PTSD moment; it really hit me hard. #PTSD #WarJournalism #Bucha #Liberation #WarDevastation #Photojournalism #Ukraine #FirsthandAccount #TheGaze #ExpatsInUkraine