When I was diagnosed with PTSD, I had only the foggiest notion of what PTSD was. On November 8th, 2007, a week after my 25th birthday, I woke up during a routine surgery on my lefty knee. I could hear and feel everything going on, and was terrified, for I knew a bit about Anesthesia Awareness. It has taken me a long time to get where I am at. I hate the fact that PTSD had messed with my sleep, cause I am still not sleeping great. A good thing though is, I no longer have as many flashbacks, and I'm slowly becoming less sensitive to my triggers. PTSD isn't fun, but I guess I'm doing ok, ya know? I have made Anesthesia Awareness a cause I will fight for as long as I live. Though I can't stop it from happening, I can be there for those who've been through it, and I CAN warn others how they can help prevent it from happening to them.