writing-prompt-s:

You are the Chosen One. Or, at least you were. After centuries in a fantasy world where you fought many battles, suffered many injuries, romanced and married many, watched your kingdom rise and fall and then rise again a dozen times, you were transported back to your teenage body in the normal world, where you have to deal with puberty, PTSD for life altering injuries you no longer have, and not being able to legally drink for several years. A few times a week, you go to a group therapy session full of other former Chosen Ones to complain about how trying to live in the normal world sucks. Describe one of those sessions.