I woke up this morning still buzzed from drinking through out the day (not drunk, just maintained). I felt like I had a choice: cut or drink. I chose to drink. Again, not alot... but then after I had a smoke this morning with a drink I felt like I could kill my mother. I wanted to, I was that { }. I decided to go back to sleep and have slept most of the day.

Then tonight she came up to me while I was on the computer and saw that I was on this forum. She had the balls to ask me, what is PTSD. I wanted to go ape shit. I have explained it sooooooooooooooo many times before. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!