I didn't want to go to sleep.

Yesterday went really well.  We've established that.  Here's what ended up happening to end the day.  The problem was twofold:

1)  I didn't want the day to end, because it had gone so well.
2)  I hunkered down in my 'PTSD Fallout Shelter' and played Xbox 360 and waited...

The end result is that I didn't go to bed until much later than I normally do and now I am exhausted.  My wife was relatively annoyed with me last night because I was in a good mood and didn't want to have much to do with her or our daughter.  How do you explain to someone that you are afraid that the other shoe's going to drop and you don't want them to see it when it happens?

OK, so maybe yesterday wasn't as good of a day as I thought.  Everything was going well and then I started to catastrophically think about what was going to happen and it spun me up and made it hard for me to be around my family.  Wonderful.  It's never been quite like that before.  Yet another facet to my PTSD I could have done without...