She Cat. Never heard our PTSD referred to as a beast. Sounds like a good description to me. I wonder what this beast looks like. I would prefer a pleasant appearance since the disease is so ugly. RIGHT! Anyway, the MINI breakdwon never happened. Shed a tear or 2 while tellin g my Mom to expect the brekdown but then nothing happened. Rather dissappointing I feel. Oh well, it will sneak up on me when I least expect it as usual. One thing you can say about having PTSD in your life is things are never dull.