Thanks all.

I know when I took meds or when my anxiety is up I have memory (especially very short term) problems. Thing was, Saturday was (aside from my frustrations) a great day. I was out with my husband and I was doing something I really enjoyed. No anxiety, no fuss, no muss.

My intelligence is something that has always been a really big part of how I view myself. In a world where who I really am has not been enough for a lot of people, this has been part of me that has been enough for me. And losing the ability to recall what I've learned how I used to is very discouraging.

Every part of my PTSD has been tough. But I've always known there was a way to fight it somehow. I guess that's one of the reasons I've never given up because I knew I could fight it some way. This is scary for me because I have no idea how to fight it.

Lisa