LIVING WITH PTSD
I have PTSD. That is a fact that I wish I could change about my life. I no longer feel normal, nor do I look normal, and I long ago forgot what normal is. I'm also at the point where I wonder if I need a service dog just to be inside the house. This is why... This morning (like any other morning) I woke up around four, that has always been the norm for me since I left home at 18 years old, so I grabbed my little praying mat and my little devotional book and sat on my desk trying to read. My husband saw me, he asked me if I was ok and what I was doing. After a few pages I heard him rolling around under his weighted blanket (the thing has beads), simultaneously I heard someone walking slowly and heavily towards me. I was so focused on my reading (because concentration is a major task these days) that I didn't bother to turn around. However, I wanted to ask him if he could hear the elephant walking. That is when, out of the corner of my eye I caught a very tall figure dressed i...