You Know You Have PTSD When...

When you have to ‘get right’ to drive your car home and you haven’t even had a drink. You just finished a therapy session.
Lemme tell you how much I looooooved 5 hour train rides home. OMFG. But time the train pulled into my stop? I actually felt normal. <sneaky> Especially if I got my cab ride TO the train to detour by way of a VooDoo Donuts. Whoomph! Sugar for the shock, and then adrenaline crash on a gently rocking Amtrak may be some of my fave almost-sleep. By the end of the ride I felt like I was coming home from a massage instead of local appts where I feel like I’m coming home from being electrocuted and drowned.