I made it thru an evening out without melting down despite having been jolted by unseen approaches, pats on the back or shoulder, etc... The Rage is still there, bubbling, boiling, waiting to blow the top in nuclear fashion.
I have training end week in Denver with an amazing group of women with a common goal to end gun violence. Sadly I won't be the only PTSD survivor there, but should I melt down there, I know a couple of ladies who'll care for me. I want it out of me now. Before I leave. Before I smother in my own pain & anger. 
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