Showing posts with label Post Traumatic Stress disorder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post Traumatic Stress disorder. Show all posts

Friday, March 11, 2011

It's 3 am


It's 3 am and all is quiet and good in the Reichard house. The kids are all sleeping, including the fur kids, except the cat, she is prowling. The drip, drip dripping has finally stopped. Thank goodness. My eye lids are getting heavy and sleep is calling me. I am just sitting here reflecting on the day. It was a good one. I spent time with my Mom, I got a great surprise from a good friend, I cried happy tears, the kids kept the fighting down to a minimum, I played a game with a great friend and had some good conversations and the roof lasted through yet another rain storm. I am glad for the roof, I have left, over my head and I am grateful for my family and friends. I am especially grateful because those of you who know anything about PTSD, feeling worthless and invisible is always a problem, but today I feel like I am wearing bright pink and I am being seen. What a great feeling! To be seen. To KNOW you are loved and wanted. To feel needed. Everyone needs that. I know I have said it before, but Thank You Melissa for helping me to be seen.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Water heater update

Well my wonderful husband managed after 4 days to get the water heater installed and to get all of the pipes to stop leaking. After he was all done I insisted he be the first to get a nice hot shower. Well he wasted most of the hot water trying to get the air out of the lines and his shower turned cold before he was done. Some reward. LOL! I am very proud of him though for sticking with it and getting it done. As I sit her now listening to it rain on the inside of the house, I am reminded that he still has a lot of things that need fixed. The roof is next and for a man who doesn't like heights to be up on a rotten roof he must really love us. I know he will probably never read this, but if he does, Thank you Bill for all you do. I know you are tired from getting up early and working all day and then you are lucky enough to come home to a wife who suffers from depression and PTSD and isn't always the most pleasant person to be around, but just know I love you and thank you for putting up with me.