JimFritzMI
New Here
My name is Jim. Last December 3rd at 9:15 AM the building next to mine exploded as the result of a leaking propane tank in a sealed room. The explosion took out an area the size of city block, and was felt up to 20 miles away. I was only 14 feet from what the investigators believe was the point of ignition. At first I was fine. Other than burying my best friend, Patrick my American Foxhound, and one hell of a beat up body, I was fine. I spent 3 months not moving from my bed or the couch, other than doctor's visits. I was fine, physically I started working at my recovery the minute I was released from the hospital. For those three months the only real issues I had were a slight depression, pain from the injuries, and a nagging desire to return to regular life. This issues really started when I did try returning to my life. I was once an extremely patient man, no more. Now it seems to not take more than something annoying for me to go into full hate, anger, fight for my life mode. It's... It's making returning to the real world nearly impossible. I thought once the broken bones, muscles, and organs healed I'd be fine. It didn't turn out that way. Those have healed. Now I get to wake up to this world where I don't have control of myself anymore. Not in situations involving even the slightest amount of stress. Anyway, that's my story so far. My new therapist feels I'm making progress. He doesn't live here though...