24 hours ago, I was wracked in pain, curled up in a ball in my bed, in a darkened room, feeling sorry for myself. I had promised myself to dwell only on positive thoughts and memories this time. So, on top of everything else, I was beating myself up for breaking my promise, and for going down the rabbit-hole of my PTSD horrors. I started to cry, which I usually do not do, but I was all alone.
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