HoosierGal
Bronze Member
I've been having a rough couple of days. The worst I've had since August - which is when I had a major breakdown. I don't think it will get to that point this time. But its a low. I had a history conference to speak at this weekend. Something I was looking forward to, because I enjoy public speaking and enjoy history. Unfortunately, the Thursday before that weekend I had a terrible therapy session. I felt very misunderstood by my therapist - maybe others can relate. I left feeling very raw, upset. I didn't sleep much that night, not at all really. The next day I knew I had to pull myself together to get ready for the conference, but I also knew that I'd be completely nonfunctional at work. I called in at the last minute, using the excuse of conference prep. as why I couldn't come. My boss didn't like this, understandably. She sent me a stern email which left me bawling. I hate disappointing her, because she's been so understanding and supportive. I wished I'd told her the real reason I'd missed work - but sometimes its easier to think of a lame excuse than to give a real, painful reason. That sort of left a dark cloud over me. I did go to the conference, I did present my speech and research, I did do very well - no nerves, no mistakes, very engaged, interested audience. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to enjoy my own success and, as soon as my panel was over, cried in the bathroom for the 10 minutes between me and the next speaker. I felt very alone as other congratulated me, and as I congratulated others.
I came back to work today and apologized to my boss, and tried to explain to her why I missed. She seemed understanding, but I'm still crying now. I hate it when PTSD robs me of things - naturally I'm a very intelligent, talented, dependable person but PTSD occasionally makes me come off as slow and unreliable. And I hate this. I almost punched a hole in the bathroom wall thinking of it, but was able to stop myself because I didn't want to cause a scene or trouble.
I guess I just needed to vent. Thanks to whoever read this and listens :)
I came back to work today and apologized to my boss, and tried to explain to her why I missed. She seemed understanding, but I'm still crying now. I hate it when PTSD robs me of things - naturally I'm a very intelligent, talented, dependable person but PTSD occasionally makes me come off as slow and unreliable. And I hate this. I almost punched a hole in the bathroom wall thinking of it, but was able to stop myself because I didn't want to cause a scene or trouble.
I guess I just needed to vent. Thanks to whoever read this and listens :)