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Feelings Of A Lost Life.

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Great attitude, great job!!!!!! When things start to feel bad, look back and remember the difference you made in a child's life, and then feel good about yourself....
 
Way to go Fire, nice. It's nice to know that there is success to be found. Gives me the shakes thinking about coaching though ;P You're a stronger man than I.

nice job,
Dave
 
Wow, what a cheering section! Fire, that is awesome. Your courage and your "I can" attitude is catchy, and if not that, it certainly challenges.

I'm glad you started this thread (bty good job). I was going to start something smiliar, but I have to be honest in saying it would not have come out quite this postive an motivating.

Concerning my feelings and thoughts on the issue of the great chunks of my life that I have missed out on:

Today as I was driving home from running errands and feeling alittle stupid because I sat on my glasses and they broke, me being blind as a bat without them, I had to go out, get to the LensCrafters to take care of the matter, when all I wanted to do today is stay home and rest.

Anyway back to the topic. This morning my husband and I had one of those "serious talks" about what I feel I need right now to make it thru various circumstances I face and which tend to limit me and my husband and kids due to my "limitations" right now.

I feel great frustration at feeling I am not functioning to my "fullest" and the issue of acceptance. Quite a hefty and frustrating topic for me right now.

Anyway, The "middle" part of my life certainly has not turned the way I or my husband thought it would. We certainly are not were we thought we'd be at this point in our lives.

I thought I'd have a career by now, not a huge, but something that I could do to help others and in the process helping myself. That "dreamer" part of me that has gotten somewhat "crushed" my this PTSD.

Actually this very morning I was revisiting these desires and dreams to see if anything could be salvaged from the "wreckage of my life". We'll I think, just maybe....

I had gotten my graduate master's degree back in 1993, in counseling and therapy and was more than half way to my licensure when, boom, in 1995 my life spiralled very quickly downward into a dark pit I never thought I would get out of.

Today, I thought for the very first time since 1995, that maybe I could try to start the licensure process over again, maybe not right now, but to atleast look into what would be necessary to begin this process. It is overhwleming this whole process, but I won't go there right now.

I had this sort of dreamy idea that one day I would like to get a "handle" on this PTSD stuff in my life and perhaps counsel others, to encourage them and help them to gain as much function in their life as is possible.

Its that crazy? I usually do not share that I have my master's a degree in counseling, because then people sometimes measure me with a "heavier" and "tougher" standard than other suffers.

I realized with the the previous counselor before we moved, he had PTSD and It meant alot to me that he had "inside" knowledge and I felt more understood than I did with other counselors and this helped alot. Could I use my prsonal struggle with PTSD in a positive way?

I don't know if I could really handle too much, or all that pressure and responsibility I'd have for other PTSD suffers under my care. It's a scary thought. Maybe, however I could come up with something that would not be quite as pressuring and yet would give alittle purpose to my life. Something in the middle perhaps? I don't want to have to deal with those "d**" insurance company's, but they are sort of a necessary evil.

When faced with suicidal clients and all the other complications, I don't think I could handle that. Maybe leading helpful, informative workshops and support for "survivors" rather than one on one counseling.

It's just a thought. Back 6 years I go I had written a book, no, not published, but in rough draft form. I love to write. maybe a book. Aww, like my dad, I am a big dreamer, but not a lot of "footer" if you know what I mean.

This thread has altleast inspired me to think beyond what could be in my life.
 
:occasion: you are inspiring alot of us fireys.......this hit home abit this post.....man many times i sat in the car and watched hubby having a great time at the beach.....with my older 2 girls......sometimes...i even opened the car door and watched them.........anyhooo.....
 
HEY LOL.

I have to tell you, the first game was yesterday and I was jazzed about it all day.
The game was scheduled for 6:00 pm that's eastern standard lol.
Well I was sitting in my kitchen making the line up, trying to figure
out how I can have all my little ones play equally.
It was a beautiful day and warm prime for baseball my oldest son was sitting
right by the door to the garage.
I always keep the big garage door open, we get one hell of a breeze.
Well he said he thought he heard something and lumbered to the door to find
nothing.
He walked out the door and then he noticed our motor bikes were GONE!.
Ty came in the house and said Dad where are our bikes????,
I said what are you talking about?.
Mind you it's 30 minutes before our first game I'm trying to cope and I walk outside
to see we have been robbed.
I was pissed... I started to walk out to the drive way when I saw some kid on my
bike, WTF!!!!.
I ran at the fxcker and he dumped the bike and took off.
Ty was like flash I swear and hey I was a little slow I just choked down a load of pizza or else I would of been faster (that's what I'm telling myself).
Anyways this little shit ran us through 6 or 7 of our neighbors yards before we
caught him.
Yes we got him, right in front of the ball field where I was supposed to have our
game.
I ended up giving all my gear to my assisant coach and went home to wait for
the cops to be done with the kid.
Well I got all my bikes back and made it to the ball field in the 3rd inning, we were down by a few, so I put my starters on the mound, 1st , and at the plate and we
came back to win 16 to 6.
I have to say I really didn't need that but such is life.

Take care.

Coach Carr (LOL).
 
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way to go coach and son..........:clap:




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stupid thief...roflmao...you messed with the wrong coach and son..:doh::stupid:
 
Even the title of the thread struck a chord. Not a day goes by that I don't feel a sense of loss in my life for what PTSD, and the people who caused it, took from me.
 
Hi Fire, :hello:I think you are awesome with everything that you do :smile:work, children, play and your attitude:clap:keep on keeping on fire.:thumbs-up
Pebs:smile:
 
LOL that's awesome, fire! Glad you caught the little nugget!! And hey, good job for getting your bikes back! Hah! And on top of that ya'll won the game!! Hoooorayyy for Coach Carr and his son!! :occasion:
 
If you have after effects...try to breath through them, find your center and peaceful confident places and remember you have all the support you could want.
 
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