I feel like a failure.
I am not going to make it to yoga this morning. Saturday morning yoga is my favorite part of my weekly routine and the class has my favorite instructor. 993 more words
Woke up this morning and before I was fully awake, I thought I was home. Dh loves toast and eats it alll the time. (Seriously, he is a toast addict!) So, the woman I am living with was already up and I could smell toast, so I think smelling toast as I was waking up transported me back home to the many mornings I would wake up to the smell of dh’s toast. 318 more words
Go ahead, invalidate me. I’m used to it.
So, I am still a wreck. I don’t feel so deeply depressed as earlier this week, nor is my PTSD anywhere near as activated….But I am still barely hanging on by a thread and really unable to manage much. 1,370 more words