I went crazy during the earthquake
I am a person living in Kumamoto where the earthquake occurred this time.
My home collapsed, so I'm living in an evacuation center, but the attitude is that I, the same refugee, are the only victims of the disaster, and it is natural for nothing to be done. I want to eat that, I don't like this, I don't want this, I don't want this, I wonder when the next one will come. The smell of large amounts of food spoiled and thrown away even though they screamed that supplies were not enough. There are few sweets that cannot be distributed, and children are calling out if there is anything to do for bad rent.
The stress of being with someone you don't know in the same space all the time. Instead of volunteering myself, etc., I spend all day without receiving any rations or anything. As I remembered, I shopped at convenience stores, ate until I vomited, rushed to the temporary toilet, brought everything back, and kept eating again. I don't like everything and I can't help it.
I can't go anywhere and I have to think about where to live from now on, and where to live from this Saturday when the evacuation center closes, but my thoughts don't come together at all, and when I notice it, the day is over. I lay down and couldn't sleep because my tinnitus and dizziness were severe, and I cried every time I saw heartless remarks such as Twitter or happy tweets.
When the young man shook off his gaze and spit out, I'm also filled with sorry that people with good intentions flush their vomit with buckets pumped up by hand from the pool because none of the lifelines have been restored. Please help. What should I do?