Florian, you hinted you had the same problems. Could you tell me how you learned to cope and how your loved ones learned to cope?
I told you I was on the verge of killing someone, well I wasn't lying. I was a firefighter in the military so I always carried my tools with me in the truck in case I came across a motor vehicle accident and needed to go to work. Well, one day at a red light I drug a guy from his car (because he pissed me off) and held a crash axe to his head. The only thing that kept me from swinging is a little lap dog in the car that was yapping at me; I don't know why but that snapped me out of it. I wasn't arrested by authorities and could have walked away free and clear, but something inside me died that day. I really turned into a monster, something I was afraid of. I committed myself to an inpatient facility the next day, and more importantly, I committed myself to getting better. I joined the Marine Corps to help people, I became a firefighter to help people, and what I became that day was not conducive to who I wanted to be.
It didn't come all at once, as a matter of fact once I got out of inpatient treatment my med-board was started, this may be when it hit me the hardest. I use to walk around base looking for people to square away. You didn't salute the flag, your uniform wasn't squared away, you were walking and smoking,... it didn't matter what rank either. I was so angry that I was losing my beloved career that I clung to the uniform regulations like they were the holy bible. I was so demanding of my Marines that they took them away from me, and stuck me in an office to finish out my career (imagine a firefighter pushing papers) it was no way to live.
Something that has really given me some new hope (because I know that's what you're looking for) is equine therapy. Working with horses has been a real eye opener and has forced me to get in tune with myself. It has humbled me, challenged me, as well as given me some pride back. If you're interested I can send you a link to the thread I started about it and you can read through my posts (if you like)
I think my husband has a strong urge to protect and help other people and I wonder if the job he currently works in is right for him because he cannot help other people there and I guess that makes him feel useless and he jumps to saving people who are not in need of being saved.
I really think you're on to something here. This is exactly where I was when I got out and it compounded my PTSD symptoms as well as my depression and anxiety. It's tough to get a handle on things when you feel useless.