It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Hermione that her mind was as confused and messed up as it was, but it did. For years, she worried that something was wrong and broken inside her mind. The sort of life she'd been living for twenty years was stressful enough that anyone could be expected to crack under the pressure. Every single day since the Battle of Hogwarts ended in the death of her best friend, she had to be constantly on-guard, prepared and ready to be killed or tortured. How anyone was supposed to exist in such an environment and remain unscathed was beyond her.