Last night was crazy. Burned food, anxiety through the roof, feeling like I was trapped and had nowhere to go.
PTSD and anxiety are silent. Always lurking around every corner. Who knows what or when the symptoms will come on or how long they will last.
Today, I am still feeling it. My stomach is hurting and I can feel that my reactions are shorter than normal. I feel like one more thing and that all so delicate string is going to snap. I do not want that to happen, yet I am scared.
The reality is that I have a hectic week. That there are more stressors than normal and less help than I normally would have. One thing at a time. Maybe that will work.
Right now, I just wish my anxiety would calm down and take a break. Instead, my IBS is so bad and I am taking meds to try and relieve the symptoms. Last night, I was able to get 3 hours of sleep. Tonight I hope to get a little more.