Sometimes I pretend I don't have PTSD, I try to live my life normally, then (big suprise) I get smacked in the face with a flashback. At times I start to feel better... like I can handle life. Then I realize that it's because of what I'm doing to take care of myself that I feel some relief. The rollercoaster is old now...I guess maybe I'm just getting used to the emotions, ups and downs.