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Hey, memory! Can you just back the f*ck up for a minute, and give me some goddamn breathing room? Please? I'm so sick of your shit, you're such an entitled piece of my mind, like you can take up space in my consciousness whenever the f*ck you want to, and you don't give a damn about what I'm in...

I notice your arrow is pointing the other way, archer. What are you aiming at now?

My wife. My job. The forum. My special friend.

When you are delighted by the sound of children laughing, yet it leaves you feeling bereft and you are once more back in that tiny room listening to other children your age outside play on the stoop, while you have to stay inside and ... :(

Candy indulgence!

Sleep

Ate desert, mmmmm bread pudding in whisky sauce!

Lola, you are a kind and gentle person.

I had a difficult conversation with my wife

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My wife.

Ate a fairly healthy breakfast ...

Sting

Worried Sad Angry

Not weird at all, I'm smiling at my toes now ... ETA: click the thumbnail to see the handpainted flowers on my big toes, I love that shit!

Not a whole hell of a lot! But I did manage some flashbacks and intrusive memories and feelings on the train well, and remembered to be self-compassionate.

Sad and angry, then ... Proud of myself for getting out of my funk Calm now

Grateful for my legs, which work really well, despite referred pain from my back. Grateful for my back, despite significant pain, because it is still strong.

I'm angry that seeing an old man's arthritic hands on the train this morning put so much fear in me and caused me to have flashbacks, and I'm f*cking angry as hell at my father and I hope his hands hurt him every day for the rest of his miserable f*cking life.

Lola, you really do the work. You are really working hard to use old skills and new skills to manage this thing called "living with PTSD."

Thank you, buddy, for the reframe. It came at just the right time and brought tears to my eyes.

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I am profoundly grateful for my supportive, affirming and non-judgmental wife.

... when instead of packing for your epic quest, you crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head. :(

When you give up on the whole idea of an epic quest because you don't know what the f*ck to pack.