Ever since my father’s suicide, I’ve had Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that, naturally, ebbs and flows. It’s safe to say that it’s been flowing like a river this week. I’m worried. I’m scared. I’m so afraid that something bad is going to happen, and the worst part is that in my mind, I know these are completely irrational thoughts. But our minds sometimes have a mind of their own, don’t you think, friends?
At any rate, I’d love to hear how you’ve dealt with times like this in your life. Right now, I’m trying to do little things to make myself feel better, like sipping a cold Sierra Mist.
P.S. In typical me fashion, I suppose it’s all very ironic that I happen to be writing about PTSD for TheFrisky this week, huh?
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