PTSD - wow, do I know this. You can't be a Mom or a wife or a lover when you suffer from chronic fear-filled, throbbing, angry headaches. You are just a zombie. A crying emotionally drained but still fear-filled zombie.
I am good for a while. I'll talk more, laugh more. Sleep and eat normally. But then something happens, like a switch turns off somewhere. And all I am left with is the darkness of my mind. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. I have PTSD.