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Today was a rest day, sort of. Because this is the first day we didn't have any pressing concerns. I thank god for all of my trauma skills.
I've got former coworkers who are suffering from stress reaching out to me to talk. I have somehow become this island of understanding that they feel comfortable talking too - but I too am currently reeling from this trauma and I'm concerned that this "helping" others by being an ear will complicate my grieving. I'm referring as many as I can to peer support services I know.
This whole thing is surreal, just so surreal. I slept a few hours last night, woke up, cried, pretended my teddy bears were upset and comforted them, reassured them that "daddy" loved them and he's still here with them and things were going to be okay because "Mommy" is still here with them.
It helps me to feel like I have to keep going for my "kids" (teddy bears).
It still hurts though. Can't even quantify how much.
I've got former coworkers who are suffering from stress reaching out to me to talk. I have somehow become this island of understanding that they feel comfortable talking too - but I too am currently reeling from this trauma and I'm concerned that this "helping" others by being an ear will complicate my grieving. I'm referring as many as I can to peer support services I know.
This whole thing is surreal, just so surreal. I slept a few hours last night, woke up, cried, pretended my teddy bears were upset and comforted them, reassured them that "daddy" loved them and he's still here with them and things were going to be okay because "Mommy" is still here with them.
It helps me to feel like I have to keep going for my "kids" (teddy bears).
It still hurts though. Can't even quantify how much.