Quote From: dn_n6kabr1I left my job 3 years ago due to a traumatic event that occurred. I have four kids, two at home and 1 adorable grand child and I have a wonderful husband.
I know all too well what this young policeman is feeling. I have checked out as well. Medically I am getting better but this event just rocked my world. It has left me feeling like I do not know who I really am.
I really enjoyed performing my job and part of what I am feeling is that loss. Even if I did go back to my job I could not perform it. My mind is mush and I can not concentrate and maintain a line of thought. I also know part of the problem is that I am no longer in control of providing for my children. AFter my divorce ten years ago I was paranoid about being able to provide for my family and worried if something happened to me, my kids would suffer greatly. My husband now is the sole breadwinner of the family and provides for everthing we need and does so with a happy heart. I am thankful for that. However, I feel like a shell of the person of who I used to be. I feel like I am an alien in my own body. I used to be outgoing and loved being around people. Not anymore. I do not want to go out anymore and it is hard for me to enjoy anything that I used to. Most of the time I feel like a zombie. I feel like a fake inside when I am with the people I love. I don't feel real or genuine. I don't get out much and have gained weight which certainly adds to how I feel about myself.
I looked into that former policemans eyes and knew firsthand what he was feeling. It makes me sick to know what he is going through. I have been to counseling and it doesn't seem to help. Would love to hear any of your suggestions. Thank you all.
I TOO FEEL AS IF I AM FIGHTING A BATTLE THAT I CAN;T WIN AND WITH NOBODY THERE TO HELP. TIRED OF FIGHTING AND GETTING NO WHERE. I'AM BREATHING,BUT I AM NOT ALIVE. PLEASE DR.PHIL, I AM BEGGING YOU.
I have the same problem but it is due to being Sexually Abused from the age of 4 until I was 25 by two different men. I am lost and have been for years. I did have a job and loved it, but when I turned 28, my world came crashing down. I wanted to take my life. I ended up in the hospital, received a little bit of councelling, and tried 3 times to go back to work and each time I lasted a shorter period of time. I have been in every inpatient program in Ontario and still am no better. I have asked for Dr. Phils help, feeling as if there might be something better for me in the states but he has never responded. I have done everything that I could possibly have done, and now my last and only option is shock treatments. I am on medication for anxiety so I have to be weened off of those first, but that is my last resort. I risk losing parts of my memory, but that is the chance that I have to take. I have come to the end of the road. I don't know if I always knew what was going on with me when it was happening, and just blocked it out or chose not to think about it, regardless I don't remember any real happy times in my life ever. I had always felt different than the other children. I do not laugh ever because I find nothing funny, and I din't know any emotion until I was 29 other than feeling flat or depressed. I had to learn how to feel through my body. I learned that when I get angry, I feel as if I want to jump out the window and my left arm always hurts. That is about as far as I have ever gotten. I know sadness, but don't cry. I know happy, because I lived it for one day and that was my wedding day. That happiness didn't even last for 12 hours. I am lost and have been for years. I feel empty and alone. I can no longer leave my home, and rarely answer the phone out of fear and I am not sure what that fear even is. I only communicate through e-mails. I feel like an empty body going through the motions of life. I am breathing but I am not alive. I hoped and prayed that Dr. Phil would find someone to help me, but I know that this is never going to happen. I am still married, but the marriage has had infedelity. I lost about 30 very close family members when I charged my uncle. They all turned on me even though he admitted to them that it was true. I trust no one. I have been diagnosed with Depression, Anxiety Disorder, PTSD and I believe that I have some borderline traits. I have been told by the most reputable hospital in Canada, that my depression is medication resistant, thus is why they are leaving me with shock treatments as my only option. I have done everything else. I have great insight, and I also have 2 years of psychology behind me, so I have the knowledge, but I just can't make it better. I always feel the same. Empty and depressed, or just flat. I never feel happy. My abuse came out after I witnessed another Trauma so that is how this all came about. I have gone through so many things in my life, from a distant not available mother that knew that I was being abused, the friends wife knew that her husband was abusing me and he even raped me when I was 6, but neither one of them ever did anything about it. As for my family? We were so close, that some of us even lived on the same street. My aunts were more like mother's and my cousin's and I were like siblings. and now they are gone. It was easier for them to take his side. Regardless, my point to you here is that you are not alone. I feel the same way and have for over 10 years. I have been on disability for 10 years and will turn 40 this year, and I am so angry with myself that I can't "get it together". Although anyone that has met me never knew that there was anything wrong with me. I have hid for so many years. I was a model and a dancer, so looks are not a problem for me...well, it is, but logically I know that it's not. I am not stupid. So I don't know.
Is it possible that you have PTSD? I believe that the cop has PTSD and I do not believe in any way shape or form, that he is feeling sorry for himself. I thought that was a cruel judgement. Whether you logically know what is right and wrong, but it still affects you negatively, to the point where you so desparately want a life, and to be normal....that is not someone feeling sorry for themselves, they have PTSD. I am where he is, and where you are. Most days I don't even get dressed. I now go for weeks without bathing and I was a model and a hairstylist as well, and all that I ever thought that I had to offer people were my looks. Which was crazy all in itself, because my self worth is so low, and I know that I judge myself by my looks. my home all of which have gone down hill. I want a life, I want to want to go out and have friends, I want to know what it feels like to be happy and want to feel alive, but my psychomotor retardation just won't go away, and it appears to get worse everyday. I just want some one to help me, because if I have to live the next 40 years of my life, feeling like I have the frst 40? I want no part of it. Nobody would ever be able to say that I didn't try and fight because I have. I have just gotten nowhere. I have lost any friends that I had because they don't understand my illness, and even Dr Phil not responding to me make me feel even more worthless than I already do. I wish you all the best. That is all that you can do, even if you are trashing yourself everyday for what you have become. So to you and the policeman.......you are not alone. Dr. PHil knows the best of the best and I have prayed that he would pick me to help, but I lost out on that too. It doesn't mean that your story will end like mine has. You just have to keep fighting. I have just fought so long and so hard, and have done everything that I am so tired of fighting a battle that I feel that I am never going to win.