Good God. This is unreal. It has been eleven straight nights now that I have woken up with the nightmares, smelling and tasting blood. I really need my nose to heal faster or I may lose my very tenuous grasp on reality. I knew what to expect this morning and I have been able to adapt my behavior toward my family, but I think it would be a really, really, really bad idea for me to go out in public today. I think today I will stay in and write more of my novel. At the rate it is proceeding, I am going to be able to publish well before the Labor Day deadline. It's something to do and it keeps me busy. It has been a really good outlet for my destructive emotions. I'm off for the rest of the day. Let's hope this trend ends at day eleven.
As I continue my life with PTSD, I will share my challenges and discoveries on this blog.