Two years out, I'm just starting to get what the date is or realize that time has moved.
Eating and other functions are still not coming "normally", but some of the fog is lifting.
The ptsd came here to and some other things, separation anxiety from my children is one. I can't stand it when DD is gone and don't relax until she comes back.
There are steps to work on these things, though and realizing we have them is first.
Realizing that the person is gone and we're okay, somehow, is another. That's where I am most days.
I think getting our game back on comes in stages and a few people have told me that it's not something we will notice like a light bulb or baseball bat on the head...
For me, I notice small spurts of energy and recently I pulled out papers from an old project I was writing. This was my first indication that I was interested in anything about life other than my kids and their needs.
I realized too, that I miss me and who I was and would like to see who I can become, too. I don't want the PTSD anymore, I don't want to care a whit.
I'm not attracted anymore, so what's the deal?
A person is a person, no matter how small. -Dr. Suess
Perserverance and spirit have done wonders in all ages.