For the most part, my day was like any other, but it began easier than usual. Poor sleep is something I've gotten used to. My nightmares aren't always so loud that I wake up my son from across the hall, but they do take a big toll on me. A miserable night means it's hard to get going in the morning, hard to shake off the bad feelings I dealt with in the dark.

I do fine... more or less. Once the day gets going, keeping busy helps, but as the day winds down, the anxiety comes back, the dread of knowing what I'll be facing once I'm alone in...