PTSD like a bitch today, just crying over stupid shit, easily frustrated and irritable, etc, feeling like I'm in panic mode, gotta get shit done RIGHT THE FUCK NOW so just trying to finish the required stuff so I can sit back. I went to Walmart after midnight last night getting groceries and supplies for my family so we are good. Pet food was one of the things I bought, as well as flea medication because I don't want to be stuck at home with disease and fleas. We have enough nonperishable food items that only need water for prep to last for a couple weeks should things get bad. I also bought the regular groceries that we normally use.
All day I was in my head and pretty much told everyone to fuck off. Huge kudos to hubs. He took it on himself to not ask me what he could do to help. Being asked how someone can help is triggering for me, I dunno why. He instead went to the garage and did some reorganizing to make space on the shelves for stuff I had bought. Then, when I was ready, he helped me sort the stuff and took the actual groceries upstairs and put them all away while I put the emergency stuff in the garage. I really needed that understanding and space.
Right now, I am just focused on getting through Monday. I will worry about everything else after that.
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