The fear is back like a jackhammer in my heart. The stress never went away, of course. It’s all flight and no fight at the moment.
Underestimated my PTSD again. It slammed me the moment I got up, although when I recall my dreams, they were getting more and more frantic than usual instead of being all-out nightmares. Does this mean nightmares will come soon?
Blogging this instead of just tweeting it so I have a record for next year.
Fear is so bad I feel too sick to eat and there’s a horrible headache, possibly because my blood pressure is in suck range, which it normally isn’t, modulo the times when my PTSD really, really, really gets me.