February 27, 2013

Link to a post about PTSD

 WARNING:  This May Trigger You.

This amazing post about PTSD is very long and has a lot of "meat" in it.  I found myself agreeing (sadly, almost) to all of it.  Some poignant quotes below, some things I have felt but have not had the words to express. 
She is a fellow survivor with the voice that I do not have.

I don’t want people to see me or hear me this way and I don’t want to have to fake that this is not how I’m feeling. (I can fake it pretty good, by the way, it’s just exhausting to do so.) How would I explain “I’m having a bad day because of the ghosts of the past?” 


 I have a problem with “auto-insubordination,” while it’s happening, in that I just don’t listen to my own self telling me what to do. I give myself responsible directions and I don’t take them. I don’t take care of myself when I feel like this. (I figure this part of the emotional flashback might be about somehow “recreating” the conditions I lived in as a kid) If I can, I stay home in pajamas, don’t brush my teeth, don’t make myself breakfast or lunch. If I can’t, I go where I have to go. I watch the clock. I waste the day. I can’t concentrate on tasks. I accomplish little. I don’t feel hungry. I just get a headache from not eating and then go eat something with carbs or dairy in it, preferably both.

February 24, 2013

Anew

I am on the edge of accepting a job.
I found a really awesome Customer Service position at an Emergency Veterinary hospital.
It is very interesting because I would not only be answering phone lines and taking payments, but I would be admitting patients and checking them out like in a hospital.  And, not any kind of patients, but animals.  Dogs and Cats whom I love.
I spent 4 hours there yesterday seeing a cat being euthanized because it had fluid in its lungs and wasnt able to breathe on its own any more.  I saw an old hound dog with a protrusion out its side bleeding on the floor, biting its owner who tired to wipe the hole.  I saw owners in tears and owners happily reunited with their pets after being assured that they had stopped having seizures.

I loved it, and I know I would thrive there.
I am just all torn up inside about actually taking a job and going out on my own like this.
I initially accepted my first ever job out of sheer necessity: They were the only ones to actually want to hire me.
I have never had to make the decision on my own to move forward or not based on my wants.
It is overwhelming, and upsetting, and exhilarating, and mind-bending, and scary, and wonderful, and a new step for me, and a giant cliff that I have just decided to jump off.

Who knows?!?!

Maybe I'll get my Associate in Business Administration and then become a Certified Veterinary Technician like I wanted to be as a little girl.  Maybe, could be.... anything.
Its all an open door to me.
And that is life anew.