My world is a little lighter today.
I finally got to a place that I was able to practice some self-care. It was like trying to walk while dragging heavy weights with each leg, but I did it. And I feel a little better.
I scheduled some appointments with my therapist. I spoke with him on the phone. We are okay. The relief I felt after scheduling and speaking with him for just a couple of minutes was amazing. It matters that I have him in my corner.
I've been able to avoid most of my unhealthy coping mechanisms throughout the PTSD event and the depression. I'm proud of myself for that.
I'm finding peace within myself. A little at a time.
The storm isn't over, but the winds have died down for now. I'll take it.