LilacFaerie
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I just needed to share this:
Tonight, I came across some pictures of when hubby and I renewed our vows the year before he left for Afg. He looked so happy. Was all smiles. Relaxed. At home in his own skin. You could see in his face that he was HEALTHY. It brought back all those memories that were born before the PTSD. It was quite a shock to see those photos. The stark difference between then and now is frightening and it hit me like a ton of bricks dropped from 30,000 feet.
I had to go lock myself in a room and cry. I hate when things hit me when I'm least prepared. It's like, I have to be hypervigilent myself to keep myself attuned to the moods and needs of my husb, yet when I allow myself to relax, something like this happens.
I think I am getting a taste of what it's like to be on alert all the time, and having the thought that something bad will happen if I slack off.
*sigh* :(
Tonight, I came across some pictures of when hubby and I renewed our vows the year before he left for Afg. He looked so happy. Was all smiles. Relaxed. At home in his own skin. You could see in his face that he was HEALTHY. It brought back all those memories that were born before the PTSD. It was quite a shock to see those photos. The stark difference between then and now is frightening and it hit me like a ton of bricks dropped from 30,000 feet.
I had to go lock myself in a room and cry. I hate when things hit me when I'm least prepared. It's like, I have to be hypervigilent myself to keep myself attuned to the moods and needs of my husb, yet when I allow myself to relax, something like this happens.
I think I am getting a taste of what it's like to be on alert all the time, and having the thought that something bad will happen if I slack off.
*sigh* :(