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Wagon, there's no offense taken, you're right. I have absolutely no idea how to handle this, and it scares me that I don't have control over myself. For the first time in my military career I have lost all baring, control over my emotions, and self discipline, and I am scared to death.
I am seeing a psychologist and a psychiatrist. I recognize I have a problem, but beyond that I have absolutely no idea what I'm dealing with. I take my appointments very serious, but I don't feel like they're helping. Either that, or this is one of those things that has to get worse before it gets better? My psychologist keeps telling me I need to create a support network, but I have no one.
That's what brought me here. I guess I'm looking for answers. I'm frustrated. I feel like I'm failing at dealing with this, and yet every time I walk into the clinic I can't help but feel like a lab rat; like they know all the right answers to get me through this maze, but are watching me squirm, while they jot down their findings on their clipboards. Consciously I know my perception is convoluted, but I can't help but feel that way.
Every ounce of me just want's to be back over their. I meant no offense to anyone here. I actually just bounced out of work, because I couldn't take being there any more. I didn't even tell anyone I was leaving. When I got home I went for a run until my lungs felt like they were going to pop. I was praying that I would be tired enough to relax, it just didn't happen.
Maybe these thoughts would best be kept under lock and key.
I am seeing a psychologist and a psychiatrist. I recognize I have a problem, but beyond that I have absolutely no idea what I'm dealing with. I take my appointments very serious, but I don't feel like they're helping. Either that, or this is one of those things that has to get worse before it gets better? My psychologist keeps telling me I need to create a support network, but I have no one.
That's what brought me here. I guess I'm looking for answers. I'm frustrated. I feel like I'm failing at dealing with this, and yet every time I walk into the clinic I can't help but feel like a lab rat; like they know all the right answers to get me through this maze, but are watching me squirm, while they jot down their findings on their clipboards. Consciously I know my perception is convoluted, but I can't help but feel that way.
Every ounce of me just want's to be back over their. I meant no offense to anyone here. I actually just bounced out of work, because I couldn't take being there any more. I didn't even tell anyone I was leaving. When I got home I went for a run until my lungs felt like they were going to pop. I was praying that I would be tired enough to relax, it just didn't happen.
Maybe these thoughts would best be kept under lock and key.