I've had five beautiful days. Five. Five. Five.
I don't understand why this is happening. I usually have at least three or four weeks before I'm bothered by PTSD crap again. I can't blame stress, because my life is progressively becoming less stressful. I can't blame anything. I want something to blame.
So--tell me a joke? Make me laugh? Remind me that this will pass soon? Help me remember that people are not on earth to hurt me and I don't have to be afraid? Tell me I'm not a failure at life?
I'm not ready...but here it comes...