I admit, in my small world of existence, there are people who are uptight in nature. I am not particularly happy about this as I work so hard in keeping my world as calm as possible. But, it’s inevitable that sometimes negativity rears its ugly head. Take my work environment for example, almost daily I encounter someone who is “just having a bad day” and wants everyone to know about it.
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Who am I to judge? I am sure quiet, withdrawn disposition makes some people uncomfortable. So, I understand the only thing I can control is my reaction to overexcited, uptight, anxious, and agitated people.

Last week, Hurricane Florence hit about 100 miles away from where I live.  As I watched endless hours of weather updates, the storm wasn’t really the prominent thing on my mind. Instead, the triggers of the storm took me back to being under the crawl space in our Kansas house while a hurricane warning was imminent.

Of all the things in my past I can’t remember (due to my PTSD), I vividly remember being in the cramped, low ceiling crawl space. My abuser, 2-year old son, and I had to crawl on our knees in order to gain access to the dark, musty smelling cement floored space tucked under the main floor of the house. The overhead beams hung low, while one hanging bulb provided for significant lighting underneath. Away from the light bulb the area was weird shaped shadows reflecting off the boxes stored against the walls.