Marcie Mac
Just Plain Ole Tired
Its 3:00 A.M., you are in a dead sleep and hear the sound of a helicopter in a distance, and it gets closer and closer...For me, the sound is automatic PTSD.
Your eyes fly open, you sit bolt upright - heart starting to pound, and then the cell phone rings
You glance at the number and realize its your difficult child -a panic attack starts to rear its ugly head
You say Hello, barely able to sound the word.. You can hear a lot of noise in the background and your difficult child says
'Mom, I am down at Alex's house and we heard the helicopter - I just wanted to call you cause I know how much that freaks you out and just wanted to tell you it has nothing to do with me..Love you...and hangs up
Marcie
Your eyes fly open, you sit bolt upright - heart starting to pound, and then the cell phone rings
You glance at the number and realize its your difficult child -a panic attack starts to rear its ugly head
You say Hello, barely able to sound the word.. You can hear a lot of noise in the background and your difficult child says
'Mom, I am down at Alex's house and we heard the helicopter - I just wanted to call you cause I know how much that freaks you out and just wanted to tell you it has nothing to do with me..Love you...and hangs up
Marcie