I had one of those elusive good days. I got up refreshed from a good night's sleep (really, it's true) and went to work and had a blast at work. I came home and the washer was finally fixed. My baby-girl was so excited to see me when I got home and I got to spend to giggle time with her. It was a relaxing evening and nothing went wrong. Yet in the back of my head, the question lingered: Is this what 'normal' feels like or am I manic? It still makes me worried about tomorrow, because I know that this feeling will not last and I will have to contend with the PTSD tomorrow. yay...
As I continue my life with PTSD, I will share my challenges and discoveries on this blog.