I can't do this anymore. I want to talk but I don't have the words I want to write but I don't have the strength. I can't go home with my husband not understanding what PTSD is or depression or not believing in it and therefore being called ugly, fat, lazy. I can't be stuck anymore. I can't sleep 4 to 5 hours a night and still try to function. I can't have a 40 minute session and feel like it went well or that she cares. I can't go on feeling like I'm the only one in this world. I can't be stuck in the moment and not being able to breath. I can't , I am too tired of living like this.