I found a couple of weeks ago that I was really struggling and just could not put my finger on exactly why. I explained it as feeling like having this big rock sitting on my chest and eventhough I spoke about some things that I 'knew' were bothering me, my T foolishly put it down to the fact he was going on holiday! No!

So what I have realised is that an anniversary of something that really upset me(I know I ought to use the word traumatised, but find it hard sometimes)......and I had completely forgotten. It took nights and nights of dreams of the time, and daytime finding myself 'remembering' really difficult parts of that and being extremely emotional, tearful, and fearful/anxious for me to know I needed to actually figure out what was happening for me.

Bingo!!......a bloody anniversary of something ikky crept up and I just hadn't put two and two together. It has taken another week for this to begin to calm down. Oh the joys of this blimmin c-ptsd....not!

Don't you just hate that? Does anyone else experience this? And why didn't my bloody T figure it????

(I know, if I didn't know how on earth would he right, but gosh, can't T's read minds and do magic? )