When I learned about the Korean War at school, I talked for long hours with my grandfather, who fled from the North to South Korea in 1950 when he was six. His journey is filled with interesting and sad stories. Tales of the people he met, things he ate, walking barefoot for days when he lost his shoes, and the family he lost along the way (sick or shot).

This charcoal drawing illustrates the feeling of missing home and family after the war. An open door signals the home waiting for people. On the wall of a burnt and broken home structure, there hangs a cross wishing all wounded and dead souls rest in peace. And graffiti that someone bothered to write during this chaotic wartime remains on the wall; some vivid, some faded.

PTSD is something everyone can face during their lifetime in all sorts of situations. Human relationships are crucial in overcoming these traumas, to have a sense of security and hope that we can overcome these haunting moments.