My PTSD Wears on Me

There are some days when it’s hard to get up. This was one of those days. My husband woke me in the wee hours of the morning from a nightmare. He says I was yelling and speaking some kind of gibberish. I remember the nightmare. I was being chased by something awful.

I hate when things like that happen because I don’t want to frighten him. My PTSD and anxiety wears on me and I wish it didn’t have to wear on him too. I’m very thankful to have such a supportive husband. He just put his hands on me and said “its ok baby” to wake me out of it.

Lord, you know the things I struggle with daily. Help me and give me the strength to go

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