Last day of sadness

Today is my last day in Haiti, and I spent the morning crying in the bathroom with a young haitian med student who lost her mother late last year and now has no family left. Her father was killed a long time ago and she has no siblings. Out of respect for her I will not mention her name here, but I will say that in the few days that I have known her, I have seen how smart, compassionate, and amazing she is, and so it was a shock to me to learn that she was depressed. I know that we see time and time again that people hide their feelings so well that no one picks up on it, and this is definately one of those cases. She seemed so together, so on top of things, that I didn't even question her emotional stability. Or think to ask about her family. She told me that a person is all alone in this world without a mother. And I cried for her. I cannot even imagine what pain she must be going through, and then a few months later to survive an earthquake. There is so much stress in this country, everything is so hard here. A woman came to me in triage yesterday saying she was feeling a lot of stress since the earthquake. And I had nothing to give her, I couldn't even take the time to listen because I had a long lineup waiting. We hope that a psychologist who speaks french will come soon- because the PTSD here will likely show itself a lot in the coming weeks, now that survival has been taken care of.