For some weeks now I always find myself wide awake between the spiritual hours of two to four in the morning- NO, not praying. Just suffering a PTSD relapse after last years burglary incident around the same time that got me not only robbed but psychologically battered. The sheer memory of the chlorofoam which induced a sleep coma and its after effects, particularly affecting my cynose. Its all in the past now but I cant stop being paranoid. A little gush of the wind and thrills of swaying branches of the plum tree behind my window always got my heart racing. Well, I just heard the thunder roar. Maybe my cue that God is in control. Reaching out for my cover spread. The safety is off- please dont dare.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 02:22:01 +0000
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