I secretly think that all Egyptians who participated in the revolution need psychological rehabilitation.
The violence, the unique togetherness, the overwhelming solitude at times of the attacks- sometimes- despite the unity of protesters inside Tahrir , the courage, the cowardness, the expectations, the hopes, the disappointments, the extreme sadness, the extreme happiness, etc.
Even if we feel we are okay, we are deeply affected with what we’ve been through. It is huge. And I don’t mean this in a sarcastic way.