“Saturday was the first time I had gone into a crowded market like those in Iraq since returning home almost ten years ago. The heat, lack of language comprehension, and the crush of people among the stands selling trinkets and treats for the day of the dead celebration could have been ripped out of my time in Iraq. It raised my anxiety level but I knew that I was with friends and in a safe place. This would be my first stress inoculation of markets on the journey and it would mean that I had diluted the negative stress experiences by a factor of one. It isn’t being healed, but it is a start to tipping the balance in my favor…” –Z.S.