Time Marches On

My aunt had her surgery yesterday. Hoping for a quick recovery. 
Nightmares continue. 
My husband is about to leave me because he doesn't understand PTSD and won't educate himself. He thinks it's fine to come up behind me and grab my breasts. 
Shoulders, back, neck, knees, fingers, hips hurt. Tired. Frustrated. Brain fog. Orthostatic intolerance. Dehydrated. Depressed. So panicked. 
Day six Chronicle: Complete. 





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