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Burst out crying while trying to change the electric account over today; the poor lady didn't know what to do.
I hung up the phone and cried for a full five minutes. Then I put the rest of the paperwork away and went to lay down on the couch. I let my sister deal with the rest of it.
I think it was more that I'd already switched two accounts over to my name already and had to give reason - he has unfortunately passed away - it hit me so hard on that third switch I just cried hysterically.
There's been a lot of swearing and frustration and a flurry of activity today. Calling the lawyer. Faxing this, faxing that. Setting appointments. Tracking down documents. Printing forms. Freaking out about a missing insurance policy....I could go on. It's no wonder the dam broke.
I'd say I was in PTSD induced panic mode, almost like I was that day, I functioned using anger until that burned out and I was a puddle of a person.
I made the enough-is-enough call and I retired to the couch, severely anxious, crying and shaking. My sister covered me up, brought me Teddy and some Ativan. Much needed.
I spoke to my doc today about hidden depression, I know I have it, I think my husband may have had it - he had the biggest heart; he usually took everything to heart and was routinely disappointed in other people. He seemed to think others Should know what he knew - this is how I can get, frustrated and disappointed in how little the average person knows.
It was worse lately. He was enmired in a rather rough burnout phase, he was in physical pain, nothing seemed to be going his way - his soul was being crushed.
The physiotherapist triggered him...and I lost him. His loss became painfully real for me today. I feel heavy and depressed.
I hung up the phone and cried for a full five minutes. Then I put the rest of the paperwork away and went to lay down on the couch. I let my sister deal with the rest of it.
I think it was more that I'd already switched two accounts over to my name already and had to give reason - he has unfortunately passed away - it hit me so hard on that third switch I just cried hysterically.
There's been a lot of swearing and frustration and a flurry of activity today. Calling the lawyer. Faxing this, faxing that. Setting appointments. Tracking down documents. Printing forms. Freaking out about a missing insurance policy....I could go on. It's no wonder the dam broke.
I'd say I was in PTSD induced panic mode, almost like I was that day, I functioned using anger until that burned out and I was a puddle of a person.
I made the enough-is-enough call and I retired to the couch, severely anxious, crying and shaking. My sister covered me up, brought me Teddy and some Ativan. Much needed.
I spoke to my doc today about hidden depression, I know I have it, I think my husband may have had it - he had the biggest heart; he usually took everything to heart and was routinely disappointed in other people. He seemed to think others Should know what he knew - this is how I can get, frustrated and disappointed in how little the average person knows.
It was worse lately. He was enmired in a rather rough burnout phase, he was in physical pain, nothing seemed to be going his way - his soul was being crushed.
The physiotherapist triggered him...and I lost him. His loss became painfully real for me today. I feel heavy and depressed.