Today my husband cooked steak for dinner. There was actually smoke in the house! I smell smoke all the time, I spend a lot of time in the day trying to find where the odd smells are coming from. And it's getting worse. This evening I was engulfed with fear, there smoke was real and the fire alarms had gone off. We weren't in danger of course but I couldn't comprehend, all I could do was sob and panic. Every ten minutes I sent my husband upstairs to check for fire, he was growing bored but I couldn't stop being afraid. I expect little sleep tonight and more nightmares. Tomorrow will bring something else to be afraid of. Tomorrow I will try to get dressed, leave the house and maybe even speak to another person. I will try to resist going to bed when my husband finishes work. I will probably fail.