So it seems the nightmares are back that’s awesome! I love laying in bed for hours afterward desperately wanting to be held or comforted, except even the idea of being touched by someone makes me nauseous and feel even worse. PTSD sure is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me by golly. It sure makes me happy to be me and makes me a stronger person. I am so fucking proud of myself for being unable to have relationships. Not being able to sleep or eat or talk to people or go outside is wonderful for character development I am sure this is all ultimately so good for me and I have nothing to complain about!