I worry that with happiness I’ll become selfish and evil (like in TV shows).
I know it’ll be brief, and it will end in October, at which point things will be “normal” again.
Better get busy, then.
Note: no, this doesn’t mean I’m healed from my PTSD. As I’ve learned in the past, this, too, cycles. I can still trigger… it’s just that the effects aren’t as horrific as they usually are. Good days and bad days.
Possibly I’m better because August, a long time ago, was when I got to go to college and be away from my parents, and no longer had to worry about being strangled in the night. Much. August is a time of renewal after the horrors of June and July, and before the horrors of November and December.
Okay, I’m going to stop thinking about the future now.