PTSD stuff has come crashing down. Really, what is the point of my life? It's just been one thing after another after another. It's playing like a record because one thing connects to another, reminds me of yet another. I am having a horrible evening

I'm safe, not going to hurt myself, just having a crappy cry fest. H says these things are in the past, and they are, but you carry them with you always; they will never go away.

I hate my brain