I had a thought, it is gone now... what was it... I hate this shit, while I think of it...
told my wife on Saturday that if she needed to she could let me go... as in leave me and find another that is not f*cked up...
Saturdays seem to be my worst day, it is because nothing is planned for Saturdays. Mon - Fri I go to work, Sunday I go to church (wifes dad is a minister) but Sat is nothing... So I go from bed to couch and stay there, mind melting in my own shit..
Mon - Fri, and Sun I wake up the same, with episodes, chest pain, tingling arm and mind going beserk but I know I have to push through. It is a major struggle but I manage to go into autopilot ( I find my safe place, my quiet place), until I get to work and then most days at work the shit has hit the fan and I need to respond rather quickly so adrenaline is an advantage and it sort of slowly pulls me out.
If I am not busy I am basically f*cked.
Should I have shot the f*cker, he and his crew caused so much carnage. They killed women and children, they slaughtered, butchers. We found bodies in wells, we found a warehouse with the back wall stained red, from cutting peoples throats. That is the hardest thing, it is like their is no closure, I still feel the adrenalin, I want to pull the trigger, okay getting really emotional now.... On moral side I know I did the right thing but f*ck I wish I had of done it.