Today was bad ptsd wise.

Had bad panic attack as I woke up, was triggered by bro dearest opening my door. I took hours to calm enough to leave the house.

Then realised that my BIL has my house keys so was locked out till this avo late. Been paranoid all day, spent most of it convinced that I was being followed. So i really wasn't, i was just on edge.

Top it all off, I'm fighting so hard not to cut. Seems the higher my anxiety level, the more intense my need to cut.
Go figure.