AHhhgggg!!!
It these PTSD people! They are so good and they try so hard and then ping, not even BAM, just ping, they hit a bump and all the wheels come off.
Chrissy, after the divorce, slowly came together, then she saw her Mom and fell apart. Two months of drinking and self-destruction, ended up in the hospital.
Got out, started over. Piece by piece, brick by brick, put her back together again. She got a job. She worried about the job. It was a good, hard job. Could she do it? (Of course she could, but when did she ever feel really capable.) So she had to pass a test. She got nervous and wobbled. She had a bad weekend, but she called. She talked, we held her together and she went on.
But Friday, three things, aspects of life that happen to everyone. The good boyfriend had problems of his own, people at work were yelling - not even at her-- a phone call from her mother and a letter from her biological mother.
Too much to handle.
Drunk again. Self-destructive, crazy talk.
Will probably lose the job.
Start over.
She knows what she has to do. There is certainly hope. Good things will happen sooner or later. But, it's already getting to be later.
Here, I said, just sit in the waiting room for the next three months and don't do anything. Tell me when you run out of magazines.
2 comments:
isn't it amazing how one night of self-destructive choices can undo months or years of healthy behavior?
i have started over from the bottom a few times, myself.
i could not do your job. i would want to take all of these people home with me and give them the love they seem to have never received. it must be so hard to see these folks suffering, and to know there are many more out there who don't do therapy and have no support at all.
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