Just when you think you can leave the past behind it comes back to slap you in the face. 10 years have gone by and it was before I was aware of PTSD. My actions then continue to be revisited by family (on occasion) when you least expect it. Believe me if I could change things I would and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t regret the decisions I made then. Even more so knowing the people that convinced me work was more important than family were playing me like a fiddle. Choosing work over family never goes away because once your done work you are quickly forgotten while your family is still there if you are lucky. For those still working, if your supervisors and peers are telling you work is a priority and your family will understand don’t make the same mistake I did, it is bs with a capital B. Once the organization gets what they want, they will leave you to pick up the pieces if you can find them. I was lucky even though days like this make it hard to believe. At least I have a family to give me days like this rather than the bottom of a bottle or worse. Sorry for the rant.
Please take care. “you’re never wrong to do the right thing.”
R.T. (Bob) Miller S/Sgt. (retired)