There’s a lot going on in my life right now. I feel like I’m in a pressure cooker and my head is going to explode. My living situation just got turned on it’s head this month and my PTSD doesn’t respond well to the shaken-snow-globe-effect. That’s nobody’s fault, but it certainly makes for a hard time dealing with things, especially some big life decisions that have to be made on short order. I need a few things to be able to make a solid, informed decision. Information is one. Time is another. Taking the pressure off is occurring on some level, and that’s another thing that helps. I just need time to adapt to change. It’s frustrating because I used to adapt to change quickly and easily, like breathing, but PTSD changed all that. Now I need time and space and more time and less pressure to actually be able to think and not just react. If I just react, it often turns out badly. So I’m doing my best to communicate clearly on several fronts about what my needs are and people seem to be responding well to my comments about how I feel and how they can help. That’s a relief!
On another note, a friend of mine’s daughter got shot (she’s shaken up, but okay) the night before last at work. Fortunately, it was a through-and-through flesh wound to her arm and it missed bone, artery, and all other critical structures. The gun jammed on the shooter and he wasn’t able to complete the robbery or shoot again. God was definitely watching over my friend’s daughter. The cameras picked up the guy’s face clearly, his truck, and his plates, so it’s only a matter of time before they find him. Let’s hope the police find him before my friend does, for his sake! That’s scary, though. You never think it’s going to happen to you or anybody you know, but it does. All the time. I just hope my friend’s daughter doesn’t end up with PTSD. That’s Hell, and it’s not picky about who it attacks and settles in on. Trauma sucks. So do robbers.
So it’s been an eventful week. More so than I’m accustomed to, but I just need some recovery time. Hopefully Thanksgiving provides that. I’ll be spending it with my mom, and my husband might come out. You never know. It’s supposed to snow like crazy on Thanksgiving, so we’re not going to travel unless we have to.