I’m sorry I haven’t been around in a while. I haven’t been feeling particularly inspired to write. Not that there isn’t a whole lot of material in the world worth writing about, but, I just haven’t been feeling very well. Really tired. I think it’s a side effect of the PTSD.
When I finally found my safe haven, I let the walls come down. Now that the walls are down and my inner dialogue is no longer moving at warp speed like voices on helium, I can hear what they say more easily. “Ssshhh….it’s okay now. You need to sleep. You haven’t slept more than 2 hours a day, for almost 40 years. It’s okay to take rest now and then.” If I don’t rest, my body tells me so. This is the aftermath of trauma. Feeling like you can sleep for 40 years. Just like Rip Van Winkle.