You Know You Have PTSD When...


When the urge sit down next to a sociopath strikes, just to remove the pressure of having to keep up some kind of public persona; that normal people, in normal life, in normal situations demand at all times.

Or a cat, dog, horse, car built before computers… anything/anyone that I can just be my own damn self around.



You go to yours wife's family get together Saturday night. Spent a few hours. Had a good time, good food, good company, see the new grand niece, have a couple drinks. Feel the overdoing it feeling and expect you are really going to pay for it - but its way better than expected.

Monday and 5 minutes with a lab assistant and a needle starts kicking the sh*it out of you a couple hours later.