PTSD. I was that guy dragging his bagpack everywhere. A drink at a bar on Saturday ? Sunday lunch with the in-laws ? with my bag pack, ready to bust the lap

PTSD. I was that guy dragging his bagpack everywhere. A drink at a bar on Saturday ? Sunday lunch with the in-laws ? with my bag pack, ready to bust the laptop in case of emergency. My two personal lows... I had to pull the laptop at my own birthday party, in a restaurant. And at a funeral (not proud on that one). So sad.