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PTSD is a bitch
Jan. 29th, 2021 09:00 amI want nothing more than to go back to my regular job that I was ridiculously good at and just carry on, business as usual.
My brain, however, makes me afraid to even leave my house without being accompanied by my own teenage kid (not that I think anything will happen to her, she can go about her own business). Like, even my mother isn’t good enough for my brain anymore. Apparently my kid will fend off predators or something, according to my brain. I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but it just exists.
I haven’t been able to work for a month. This isn’t the first time I’ve “lost it”, and I’m certain it won’t be the last because it’s a stupid disability, but...I just want things to go back to how they were.
Heh.
Easier said than done.
My brain, however, makes me afraid to even leave my house without being accompanied by my own teenage kid (not that I think anything will happen to her, she can go about her own business). Like, even my mother isn’t good enough for my brain anymore. Apparently my kid will fend off predators or something, according to my brain. I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but it just exists.
I haven’t been able to work for a month. This isn’t the first time I’ve “lost it”, and I’m certain it won’t be the last because it’s a stupid disability, but...I just want things to go back to how they were.
Heh.
Easier said than done.
