Culture

Don't care who ya are, ya need to read this.
If you don't, turn in your man/woman/human card cuz you need to grow a pair of something!
Sincerely,
Phoenix Fly Right The Dream Catcher

Forget

Today, I got angry.
I was angry the whole morning in fact.
I calmed down after an anxiety attack forced me to take a benzo chill pill.
I was proud of myself after that. I went to the office and to my fathers, just me and my service dog, without my husband, for the first time in months.
Then I got lost driving home. I tried to take the route I take every day. I still got lost. I couldn't remember/figure out where I was for about fifteen minutes. I got scared, angry, and cried. I eventually found I-10 and found my way back.
I cried after I got home, and apparently fell asleep doing so. I woke up a bit later, fed the husband and the dog.
I went into the closet to get something, something fell, and I got so angry I threw something- narrowly missing my husband.
I really hate who I am today. I don't know who I actually am anymore, because if your actions don't define who you are, what does? I'm not a good person anymore. I don't even want to look in the mirror. I try to dress nice, I try to force myself to do things for myself, but, really, if it's not doing something for my service dog or my husband, it really doesn't seem like there's a point anymore. I'm angry, anxious, and I keep causing more problems for myself and everybody else.
I don't want to be this person anymore.

Forgive

So, it's been a while since the last update, huh?
Mr Nice Guy and I are married, a bit over a month now.
Still/again with the outpatient.
I'm in a new group now, one dedicated to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder- the group our therapist likes to remind us is 'the group of exceptions'.