Amazing what a good sleep can do. Magic sleep meds are working quite nicely. Upping the Prazosin has my dreamer completely shut down, so no more terrors in the night.
Lunesta doesn’t leave me groggy when I wake up.
A couple days ago I worked through a panic attack/flashback at work, and was pretty pleased with how I handled it. I recognized it and controlled my response. Inside I was still a mess, but that’s the nature of the beast. Deconstructing it with Deanna helped me understand where this latest dose of hell in my brain is coming from.
Last weekend I had a good long talk with a guy who’s been dealing with this shit for decades. At first I was depressed. Decades. It means I’ll never be normal. But then I looked at his life, and he’s a caring, giving, and content person. He still deals with shit, but he has his life under control and it’s a good life. So I’m encouraged.
Sometimes people are critical of me when I slam religion. I do it because I know what it’s done to me, and what it has done and is doing to millions of others.