Thanks Gimmeice
Actually I have tried doing those things and more...
During my treatment for PTSD, most of us came to the conclusion that in some ways it made it worse. In most ways, at least for me, it's easier to ride it out.

Today was harder, I think, because it's the 2nd anniversary of my mother's crossing over.
Both my parents are buried in the main post cemetery so my mind was already on "military" things. Although I had issues with them from the childhood trauma--neither were my abuser--I've been able to let go of many of them.
Dad was a Vet, along with my brothers...one whose name is on the wall. My SO is a Vet as I am too, obviously.

So the pot was already simmering, I guess.
I took care of both my parents while they were dying. My mother died in my arms...a promise I made to her. Thinking about holding her and then the shelling...maneuvers started led me back when I would be holding the hands of these wounded kids while they died.

I hate that I used the terms crispy critters and chopped meat. Unfortunately that was a macabre way we handled the volume and horrific wounds these youngsters came in with.
I say youngsters when I speak of them, but I wasn't much older than most of them.

I slept two hours, though. Have a monster headache now, but I'm all right. I'm listening to the flute music of Robert Windpony, and it almost always renews me.

Thank you for your support,
Cap