In May 1945, much of Europe was a cratered, corpse littered ruin. There were millions of displaced people, refugees, and POWs starving in barbed wire enclosures far from home, with much of the continent under martial law. Armed men and war machines were everywhere. Soldiers raped and looted with impunity, and women sold their honor for a pack of cigarettes or a chocolate bar. Infrastructure, hospitals, and schools were destroyed or closed, booby trapped, and landmined. Rationing and the black market ruled the economy, and criminals operated with ease. In the Axis and occupied countries, the entire government had suddenly become criminals. There were countless shell shocked and horribly maimed young soldiers, orphans, and those shamed by collaboration. Tens of millions or people had felt bombs fall on them and had been witness to battle in their towns and villages. So many had come home to demolished houses and dead family members. So many others had disappeared forever. The concentration camps had been discovered. People who had participated were tried and hanged. But even the victors were suffering.

Look at Europe 74 years later, or Asia which was much the same. That’s called “resiliency”. Everyone has something to do and to give. Worrying too much about your feelings gets in the way of that.