Breathe deep the Gathering gloom

Moody Blues Lyrics “Late Lament” Breathe deep the gathering gloom, Watch lights fade from every room. Bedsitter people look back and lament, Another day’s useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold…

Tips for Understanding

I talk openly about living with PTSD.  Sometimes I am with my husband, DH Darling Husband.  When we are together in contributes to the conversation and refers to OUR journey.  His perspective is of seeing me suffer and work so hard and not being able to help.  Or wanting to be there for me even…

Nightmares and lack of sleep

I have nightmares.  I always had nightmares.  When I was little I would complain about my nightmares and I was told they would go away when I grew up.  They didn’t go away, therefore, I never grew up. When I started counseling, I averaged 3 hours of sleep per night.  That meant at least half…

Hazards of Hyper-Focus

Are you one of those people that can focus so completely that the whole house could burn down while reading a book?  Or focused on the task at hand someone speaks to you and you jump out of your skin?  Or how about working so focused that the janitor locking up wonders why you are…

first mess up

of the season.  With PTSD one of the things I am guaranteed is I mess up.  The higher the stress the more spectacular the screw ups.  I could beat myself up but what good would it do.  Today I went into full retreat at work.  A substitute teacher was talking about highly controversial subjects and…