I have been having rare PTSD today. It was so bad that I made up an excuse to cut an eye exam short - because I couldn't stand to be alone in the room with the eye doctor. Old, old feelings of panic and fear.
I know that this will pass.
I know that God is in His heaven and that He loves me. I know that I have friends who care deeply about me. They care enough to actually learn who I am.
And I know who they are too. We take the time to listen to each other. We watch each other. We care about each other.