I'm practically homeless. I have what my therapist called "wicked PTSD" There's a program that might help me but they are saying if i sit up screaming in the middle of the night they won't help. So, I had to return home. My husband of decades yells and throws things and triggers my ptsd, not that everything doesn't. He's behaving at the moment but I don't want to ignore the fact he thinks he has the right to act the way he does and will not do anything on his side to help me....OK never mind I see i'm rambling.
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