This is going to be both boring and disappointing. I don’t remember my dreams. I think I woke up from a pretty mediocre one.

However, I failed my PTSD check, and kept failing it quite badly for the rest of the day.

I know my birthday isn’t close to here yet, but my brain is having problems with, apparently, the foreshortening of time that PTSD channels. I know my birthday isn’t tomorrow, or even this week, but my brain keeps getting unstuck in time. I’m telling you this right now while simultaneously, some part of me that I really notice thinks it’s tomorrow.

It’s quite paralyzing. I feel remarkably chipper about it, despite still living in a dread terror that I can’t reason away.

I’m not really sure what to do, actually, but I’m going to presume I’ll figure something out tomorrow. Or not.