Monday, February 20, 2017

A howling no from my body

My PTSD flared with anxiety, bad dreams, bad guts and body pain the result.

My body gave a howling no but I gritted teeth and pushed forward to get some needed nasty work done.

Now all I hope is that my body and brain knows it's over—stupid subconscious and its impact on the body prime.

That's what it is to live with a psychological injury; normal seeming tasks come littered with psychological mines that can shred the psyche on detonation.

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