Home alone again for a little while. Noticing that when I remember to take the Klonopin on time I don't get to that horrible anxious ptsd who knows place. Depession seems better somewhat. It's all a crap shoot. I want to hear a funny story or a good joke or something. I went to a yard sale and may have gotten snow board boots my son can use for 6$6.00. They are good boots, hope they fit. I helped a friend with her computer. Still don't understand how they keep crashing it but... I bought more food for my ever starving family and I am alone in bed with my laptop wondering how to keep myself on an even keel. It's not like the ptsd stuff is pure and clear. It is all of the ways of coping that are so screwed up now, don't work. It's the dreams and it's the flippin depression. AGHHHHH