Well, one thing I already learnt here - PTSD sucks - PTSD is strong - PTSD takes over - and PTSD causes lots and lots of pain for the supporter AND the sufferer, but for now PTSD will not break me!!!
My love is back in the clinic, that was my day. I dropped him there, cried with him, felt terrible, but also relieved to have him in a safe place.
Since yesterday he was out of the real world, or lets say, he was back for the evening/night, but when I went back to work, it took over again. Then he took his fluid pain killer "alcohol" which of course at the end made everything worse.
He was in a physical fighting mode, not with me, but with the shadows, the noises, and he did not see me, or better, he looked through me. Quiet and calm talking for a few minutes helped me to get him through the staircase, begging him to take my hand as it will show him the safe way.
His flashbacks even hit in while I was driving the car, so I had to raise my voice a bit, to make him realize that no one else besides him and I were in the car.
When he got back to reality, he felt so bad and sorry, but at least still willing to stay in the clinic as he had asked me to reserve a room for him. He told me that this was the only way to keep him locked up to not hurt anyone, and especially himself. He was the one asking for help this time, asking me to take away the guilt and the shame for what he had done - in the past - and now.
I finally will go to sleep, I feel exhausted. But I still love him......am I crazy? :alien: