I am a paramedic and a career firefighter. It took years of failed attempts, poverty, and bouts of homelessness before I found this path. And, when I did, I couldn't stop my desire to learn more and grow. When I took my oath and had my badge pinned on my chest, I was overcome with pride and dreams. But, as the years progressed, I found myself more angry and cynical than I ever had been before. Our call volume has been increasing exponentially, which leads to longer bouts of sleep deprivation. And then, the calls started bothering me. The night terrors became more frequent. I didn't feel anything unless I was asleep...and then it was terror and disgust. The gruesome bodies and mangled faces I saw at work became my loved ones in my sleep. Waking up in a sweat, heart racing, sometimes in a room that I wandered to in my sleep. I would wake up the next morning, numb, and go back to work. I started avoiding driving past places where certain emergencies had happened. Panic would set in, so I would take the long way home. Then, I would have moments where I would be overcome with such rage for no reason that I would lash out at my loved ones, or I would suddenly realize that I was crying. And there would be no immediate reason for crying or being angry. I was told that I have Compassion Fatigue and PTSD. Every morning I wake up feeling more tired than when I went to sleep. I feel like there is constantly a golf ball in my throat. I am currently seeing a trauma/ptsd therapist. We are going to start EMDR therapy next week. I joined this forum because I miss the person I used to be, and I have always thought that communicating with others who suffer is cathartic. The fire service is still behind the rest of world when it comes to opening up about the things we experience. And, I am tired of getting calls that my peers have killed themselves. I won't become a statistic, and if I can learn to talk about it, I can learn to be a better listener to my peers as well.