You know you have PTSD when:
The full cabinets of food you have are actually expired - dated 2004, including all the vitamin 'cures' for sleep and anxiety bought by you to help you sleep those long weeks of thinking that if you just painted the living room red, glued branches to walls, ripped up the flooring but your husband talked you out of, hoping that redirecting you to painting on actual canvas might be a better idea.
You know you have PTSD when:
You think even your GPS is trying to get you lost on purpose just to mess with you.
You know you have PTSD when:
You are you go from - zero to "I'll take to hell with me" - over anyone stepping over your boundaries after politely pointing out to please don't do that and why.
Rain