JEKBreatheandBelieve
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Yesterday was an okay day. There were no major triggers only small ones. Of course I spent most of the day in the house and it was a pretty quiet day inside with lengthy naps for the boys. It was the first okay day after 5 not so great days. That seems to be the cycle- several bad days, one okay day. I know that isn't so strange when dealing with PTSD, but it's so irritating.
Today should have been a good day, but so many things bothered me. It was finally hot out, but I was dressed in long pants and long sleeves mainly because I don't want anyone to see my arms or ask questions as to why the are bandaged. I especially didn't want this since I was with my parents. I drove an hour with the boys by myself each way. There was a loud horn that honked by where we were eating ice cream and not too long after there was a helicopter overhead. Both of those things sent me wanting to curl up, but I don't want people to know how much ordinary things affect me so I held all the panic in. By the time I got home I just wanted to curl up and hide. But then I noticed that the new mailbox had been changed and it didn't look right and I got paranoid (it's too complicated to explain). I wanted my husband to just take over and let me be free to hide away, but he didn't. I know he has a hard time knowing what to do to help so I should have asked, but I have just as hard a time asking as he does figuring out what to offer.
I don't want to spiral down again. I want to stay at okay for at least a couple of days. Maybe someday I will know that again.
Today should have been a good day, but so many things bothered me. It was finally hot out, but I was dressed in long pants and long sleeves mainly because I don't want anyone to see my arms or ask questions as to why the are bandaged. I especially didn't want this since I was with my parents. I drove an hour with the boys by myself each way. There was a loud horn that honked by where we were eating ice cream and not too long after there was a helicopter overhead. Both of those things sent me wanting to curl up, but I don't want people to know how much ordinary things affect me so I held all the panic in. By the time I got home I just wanted to curl up and hide. But then I noticed that the new mailbox had been changed and it didn't look right and I got paranoid (it's too complicated to explain). I wanted my husband to just take over and let me be free to hide away, but he didn't. I know he has a hard time knowing what to do to help so I should have asked, but I have just as hard a time asking as he does figuring out what to offer.
I don't want to spiral down again. I want to stay at okay for at least a couple of days. Maybe someday I will know that again.