I’m not a vet, but I understand and have experienced trauma that stays with you. Totally resonates with me, your description of working out in the dark and spontaneously crying. As we all know too well, the weight room is where we go to handle shit, to deal with it. It’s cathartic. Nothing better than focusing on the super simple task of getting the weight up. Something really comforting in THAT being the ONLY thing you care about in that moment.