I'm Not Broken

Well, the anxiety did get a bit intense today, but I let myself feel it and tried to do nice things for myself, and I got through it. As night came, I had a faucet of tears, which turns out are more now about Mom and Grandma than about PTSD. I read this book about grief and cried until I felt done. Then, I put on "Five Pennies" starring my favorites Danny Kaye and Louie Armstrong and poured myself a conac that I bought for myself today at Trader Joe's and snuggled with my dog. Despite all of the pressure and stresses in my life, I am moving past the events of 10 years ago.

p.s. I tried to call Mom tonight to tell her goodnight, but the care manager told me that Mom was asleep, even though I called 20 minutes before her earliest bedtime (we gave them an hour range).