This weekend has been really hard.
On Friday I'd had a lovely morning, and I'd finally made a breakthrough with my therapy, I'd been to see my GP and she's trying to refer me for EMDR, and I was feeling relatively positive for the first time in ages.
Then I heard about London Bridge, and it all came flooding back. There is only a small number of people in the office that knew what I was on the bridge during the Westminster Attack, so nobody else had any qualms talking about London Bridge.
The company VP put BBC News on loudly in his office, and my boss ran to shut the door. Then the two people who sat opposite me started talking about it. One of the people who does know about the attack then took me into a side room to see if I was ok. She then let me stay in the side room whilst she told the two people who sat opposite me about the Westminster Attack, one of whom then went and told the VP. So it kind of felt like everyone in the office were walking on eggshells and making a point to not talk about it. Which felt almost as bad as when people were talking about it. So it was generally a bit of a bad day. I had a lot of nervous energy, so went on a walk with a friend later on, just to get a bit of breathing space.
Then Friday evening, I went with a friend to a Christmas festival, which was lovely, but there were a lot of crowds, and that made me slightly nervous.
And then yesterday I came down with a horrendous cold, which was less than ideal, as I would have liked to go out last night instead of being home alone with my thoughts.
Today I am feeling very sorry for myself as well. But it's December now, so I'm watching Christmas movies and trying to cheer myself up.
I was thinking about taking tomorrow off work, but last time I told my boss I had a cold, it was really because I was feeling so anxious with the PTSD that I couldn't face the office. So telling my boss I have a cold, when she now knows about the PTSD and also knows about London Bridge and how triggering I found it, she will think I'm lying again, and although she didn't mind me taking time off for mental health, she will feel bad that I felt the need to tell her I had a cold again (even though this time I really do have a cold!). So I think I'm just going to go in and see how I get on.
I now only have one therapy session left, which is making me slightly nervous, as I almost felt back to square one on Friday, and feel like I have so much more stuff I need to work through.