You call yourself a lifesaver? I call you Pimple Popper, MD!

I’m in zombie mode today.  Last night sucked.  I got triggered yesterday morning, and my brain decided to hold it together until time to go to sleep.  The delayed reaction time due to PTSD is so annoying.  It seems to wait just long enough for me to think I managed to get through a rough moment intact, then it rears its fugly head.  The Depression Monster has latched on, knowing I’m sleep deprived, and struggling to prevent a meltdown.  My core muscles are sore from rocking.  At least I’m not hurling.  That would absolutely be worse than how I’m feeling now.  So there’s that.