Today, and up until my PRN medicine and ciggerette-killing medicine, which I bought tonight, after 4 consecutive days feeling great smoke-free kicked in, I had felt and imagine I was just awful. Pissed my husb. off. He pissed me off, I pissed him off, so forth. Earlier tonight went through a series of flashbacks and survived, though I thought I'd die. Scared the be'geeze'es out of my husband. And, earlier today my son and daughter came inside to find me sobbing, stressed to the max, and for some stupid reason having lost control of my arm. It was jerking and I was somewhat slapping myself in the face. My daughter wanted to know why, and I was unable to give her any answer. Disgusted, Disgusted and more disgusted with myself, and yet what choose do I have but to learn more and do better. Really, afraid lately as it seems for some ungodly reason, my children are seeing more of my condition than ever before.
It's all freakin' nuts. I went from a regular drinker, yrs. and yrs. ago and improved to a bender drinker all before I was married with kids. Then I stopped drinking altogether. This is a great success, I suppose, if that's the goal and it was mine. But wtf, my PTSD went from yrs. of 24hr. daily symptomatic, untreated PTSD yrs. back, to improvement and sporadic. Then things changed to a release from most if not all symptoms, and then back to sporadic. Now, I'm scared almost stiff it's heading backwards to a 24hr. daily insomniac, (among other symptoms) direction and I simply cannot live through this ever again.
Do apologize here for the truth. This crap sucks, and I wouldn't wish it on a worst enemy, if I had one. blah......blah......blah