Here_Still
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Two nights ago I packaged up all of my work kit and uniform, and yesterday I visited my office to turn in my I.D. and Keys, laptop and et al.,. I also made arrangements for someone from the office to come by and collect the rest of my work kit and uniform.
I was just going through the numbers during my visit, and was still in the moment waiting for someone to come by later and collect my gear. It was a friend of mine, that was ok to have come by and gather my gear. However, my friend was weirded out by my termination from the office and left with a funny attitude.
I get the sense that PTSD is something that is really difficult to manage, even as the focal subject of it, but for your work it can be ridiculous, and for friends it has the potential to really wig them out. It was hard to get my friend to come by and collect my gear, and overall there were a lot of triggers tripped. In some ways it was reminiscent of the French films where the Foreign Legion fellow in dispute had his epaulettes ripped from the shoulder, and held in disgrace.
All night things have been creeping in and ambushing my confidence. My PTSD has been warping my perception of things and turning everything into being MY fault, because I WASN'T good enough, and I COULDN'T handle it, and my USELESSNESS. The trend is there.
You can imagine where this internal dialogue is going.
Why do I feel like I failed? Why do I feel like I let everyone down? Why do I feel like fantasizing about suicide ideation?
Be well all.
I was just going through the numbers during my visit, and was still in the moment waiting for someone to come by later and collect my gear. It was a friend of mine, that was ok to have come by and gather my gear. However, my friend was weirded out by my termination from the office and left with a funny attitude.
I get the sense that PTSD is something that is really difficult to manage, even as the focal subject of it, but for your work it can be ridiculous, and for friends it has the potential to really wig them out. It was hard to get my friend to come by and collect my gear, and overall there were a lot of triggers tripped. In some ways it was reminiscent of the French films where the Foreign Legion fellow in dispute had his epaulettes ripped from the shoulder, and held in disgrace.
All night things have been creeping in and ambushing my confidence. My PTSD has been warping my perception of things and turning everything into being MY fault, because I WASN'T good enough, and I COULDN'T handle it, and my USELESSNESS. The trend is there.
You can imagine where this internal dialogue is going.
Why do I feel like I failed? Why do I feel like I let everyone down? Why do I feel like fantasizing about suicide ideation?
Be well all.
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