Disgruntledgrunt1577
Bronze Member
I don't know about time of day being a factor. At least not for me. I think night time is just kinda depressing. You're alone, it's dark, normally the temperature drops, there's no one around to talk to or to keep your mind off certain things, it's just a ripe environment for it to come out. And it does.
It makes me angry because I really enjoy my solitude, but I hate being vulnerable.
Sometimes I have good nights, which is defined as only a few memories surfacing, maybe a handful of nightmares.
But it never really goes away. For every "good" night I seem to have two or three bad ones.
The nightmares come so frequently and appear to be so real that I wake up and can swear there's still sand and blood in my mouth.
I'm right back there, being pulled from the wreck, or already on the litter, body broken, covered in blood from myself and others.
That one is preferable. I know how it ends. Because I'm still here.
Some, not so much.
It makes me angry because I really enjoy my solitude, but I hate being vulnerable.
Sometimes I have good nights, which is defined as only a few memories surfacing, maybe a handful of nightmares.
But it never really goes away. For every "good" night I seem to have two or three bad ones.
The nightmares come so frequently and appear to be so real that I wake up and can swear there's still sand and blood in my mouth.
I'm right back there, being pulled from the wreck, or already on the litter, body broken, covered in blood from myself and others.
That one is preferable. I know how it ends. Because I'm still here.
Some, not so much.
