Sunday, September 26th
3:00 a.m.
I napped again. Woke up. I'm hungry. Hope there is food left out for me.
I postulate that because I'm putting myself under extra pressure, a lot more stress, the cortisol is building up, and my PTSD is being triggered.
This might reasonably explain why there are more flashbacks as of late.
I played Chess. Won a game. I am not super good at it. But I love a good checkmate that looks cool.
