If I am honest, my old identity was killing me. But does this mean the helper in my has to die? Of course not.
Damn PTSD robs me of my sleep and thus torpedoes my mental health recovery.
when faced with unsurmountable odds, we in the emergency services do whatever it takes to get the job done. for those of us who now have PTSD, we too must face the daunting task of getting it done.
While faced with memories of a critical incident or more, should we suppress their emotional impact on us? Or face them head on?