As I write this, I am struggling on so many levels. In December 2016 I came forward in my career as a Deputy Sheriff, desperate for help. I have been in law enforcement for 11 years, and have experienced too many things that have crippled me mentally. I began having extreme attacks of anxiety and paranoia, coupled with a constant sense of unrest I can't put into words. I assumed it was just the stressors of the job until a few months ago I fell apart. I could seem to be capable of rational though, sleep, or continue on a "normal" path of life. I took it upon myself to get help from a psychiatrist and therapist, as I was desperate and tired of feeling "crazy". I was diagnosed with Complex PTSD. I was placed on various medications and into intensive therapy. I made a commitment to give my treatment 100% because I knew my heart and brain were aching from too many things I've seen and experienced over the years, and I wanted so bad to be "me" again. I've come so far, and the therapy and medication have helped me regain a sense of normalcy in my life. At this point I have been out of work for 14 weeks. I was not covered by Worman's Comp, because my state requires the mental injury to be caused by a physics injury. Two weeks ago I was cleared by my psychiatrist to return to work, under the limitations of a "routine" schedule and minimal stress to help me manage the highs and lows associated with PTSD and anxiety. My employer told me three days ago that I will not be allowed to return to work unless I am 100% full duty. I have never been so disappointed, as the Sheriff's Dept. I am employed by has always stressed how much they "take care of their own". The feedback I have been given has made me feel like I am just a liability to them, and unable to perform the numerous positions available that do not include those that are built on the tasks that contain the triggers that have been causing me my problems. I was told verbatim, "if you can't proceed as a deputy sheriff 100%, we have no place for you". I guess I'm so incredibly disappointed and felt like they would have had some compassion and respect that I sought help on my own. I have so much to offer them aside from being on the street. It just plain hurts. When will the law enforcement world realize how important mental health is. My struggles are very real to me, and not only did I make the choice to take care of myself, I did them a huge favor by doing so. I took a step to better myself, and in return, they get a better servant.