It was just like every night when I work the Graveyard Shift, or at least I thought it was. My best friend was at home sleeping, it had been a rough two weeks again for her and her PTSD/ Bi-polar but thank God it was finally winding down. While driving home in the morning I fantasized about crawling in to bed with her like had a hundreds of times before. My routine was simple, unlock the front door being as quiet as possible cause the neighbors below had complained a few times that my walking up the three flights of stairs at before 7am with my steel toed boots and sore feet were making too much noise. It seems my patience had paid off as of late, no complaints! Walking into the front door the Cat starts yelling at me in her little grunt kitty voice as only an undersized feline can do. Sometimes we would have conversations at the lowest voices we both could muster cause I wouldn't want to wake up the Miss's and of the neighbors of course. In a matter of minutes my boots were off and the cat had her treats and I had two treats for Lucy our dog as I slowly walked towards the bedroom door. Ever so quiet I turned the handle to the bedroom and walked in and Lucy was sitting up on the bed with her ears perked up in anticipation of our daily ritual the handing off of the treats. There was Diana turned on her side sleeping the night away as I crawled into bed barely caressing her warm back as I laid down to catch some sleep. A huge sigh of relief came over me as it always does when realizing she had maid it through another night and her nightmares hadn't got the best of her. That was a good night as I reflected in my mind, thank goodness I have the weekend with her to dream about for next few hours. You see when someone you love suffers from these mental ailments you really get exhausted just worrying about them most of your waking time while away. I've learned a lot about PTSD and Bi-polerism over the last 13 years and if I try real hard to blot out the terrible things I've learned about those things and all the hospital visits and broken bones and bruised up body from falling down from over self medication the good things come creeping back into my thoughts. Today is a good day, she is going to have a wonderful weekend and my fears of what I might find when I got home from work have subsided. Our story is a lucky one I suppose, my heart aches for all though's who have no one to quiet the Ghosts in their heads sleeping in the streets or under bridges and waiting for the morning when they can scrape up some spending money for their only handy medicine a bottle of something to numb the pain. "Damn this world" we are all in it together why can't we fix them all!
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