i read somewhere that you need to have patience with yourself in order to aid your recovery. Currently I have no counselor due to having to move house, as a way of allowing myself to escape an atmosphere that was more toxic than helpful. And now I seem to have the beginning of PTSD, which is not fun at all.
I always feel tired, and then when i go for a nap i have the most horrendous nightmare, then i wake up again knowing that I somehow have to sleep for my own good.
Maybe this is a hidden life lesson, or just some sort of cruel joke. But at the end of the day they always say shit gets worse before it gets better so I guess I just have to brace myself for whatever my body and mind are putting me through for now, because running away will only prolong it.
It still sucks though.