I have been covering the recent assassination of an opposition politician in Moscow for work. He was shot dead right in front of the Kremlin, his body left out on the pavement for hours afterwards. Truly horrifying. The politics behind it is something so far removed from my reality that I didn't expect covering the story to affect me in any real way, but being at a massive protest today, with a truly scary police presence, was very jarring. I was hyper vigilant the whole time and found myself quite literally fleeing after it all became too much. I kept expecting violence. There is something so terrifying about how easy it is to take away a human life and how quickly people forget about it. I don't even like going out of the house, despite how depressing it is to sit at home all day. I guess I am just sharing this because I am surprised by how deeply this has affected me, and I can only guess that it's because of the PTSD. In less than a month, I will be living in a warzone in Ukraine, so can only hope I will be strong enough to deal with that.