I just had to check CNN.com to see what day it is today.  I am seriously out of sorts.  I had nightmare after nightmare last night and repeatedly woke myself up screaming.  This weekend is the 'anniversary' of the first time I was attacked.  Being here, where it happened doesn't seem to be helping matters either.  I am just trying to take one moment at a time to make it thru but I am so jumpy.  What turned out to be nothing more than a snore of mine was my dad standing over my bed yelling at me in my over anxious imagination.  I woke up completely frightened. 

I will be spending the weekend at Becky's house for her oldest daughter's birthday celebration, so maybe that will help.  Being with children always seems to put things in perspective.