Question:
ok, that’s it. i quit, its over i can’t go on like this. I sit here in my office shaking, sweating, shivering, i am scared of everything i can’t cope anymore, i lost my drive i lost my mind, sorry — Robert Bronsing ‘In the beginning, the file was without form, and void; and emptiness was upon the face of the bits. And the Fingers of the Author moved upon the face of the keyboard. And the Author said: ‘Let there be words’, and there were words’ from the Linux System Administrators Guide
Response:
Robert, I was in your shoes a few months ago. It had been soooo long since I had a good day, I almost forgot what it was like. Please hang in there. Talk to a friend (I drove all of mine away), Clergy (if you believe), a doctor, a therapist, someone. I didn’t think that I deserved anyones help. I finally learned to accept the fear. I read about rational emotive therapy. I learned to relax and I am taking Zoloft. It helps me. A friend saw me the other day and said to me "I thought that was you, but I figured it couldn’t be because you were smiling." Make the decision to live one more day. It sounds simple, but you have to break up the road to recovery into smaller pieces. I have accepted that I won’t be perfect, I ‘ll just do my best. I was going to kill myself, but I decided to live one more day. If you believe in a higher power pray to him (or her) and wait for clarity. When the time is right, you WILL feel better. Not perfect, but better than you do now. One of my breakthroughs was when I couldn’t function anymore I was forced to stop. I looked at birds, trees and flowers. I didn’t believe in God, but it seems like there are too many coincidences for things to be random. I was in a lot of pain, I hurt my back in the acccident that started my ptsd. I was feeling sorry for myself and I was going into the store. A man pulled up in a car. He reached behind his seat and pulled out a wheelchair. He had no legs. He unfolded the chair and got himself into it and closed the car door. He wheeled up the curb and right into the store. I got a wake up call. I believe they aren’t any accidents. Take what you like and leave the rest. I hope I wasn’t too long winded, JohnN – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text —— Original Message —– From: Bronsing <brons…@anat.fgg.eur.nl> Newsgroups: alt.support.trauma-ptsd Sent: Tuesday, August 08, 2000 5:41 AM Subject: can’t take anymore > ok, that’s it. i quit, its over > i can’t go on like this. I sit here in my office shaking, sweating, > shivering, i am scared of everything i can’t cope anymore, i lost my > drive i lost my mind, sorry > — > Robert Bronsing > ‘In the beginning, the file was without form, and void; > and emptiness was upon the face of the bits. > And the Fingers of the Author moved upon the face of the keyboard. > And the Author said: ‘Let there be words’, and there were words’ > from the Linux System Administrators Guide Bronsing <brons…@anat.fgg.eur.nl> wrote in message news:398FD5E5.8B7F9398@anat.fgg.eur.nl… > ok, that’s it. i quit, its over > i can’t go on like this. I sit here in my office shaking, sweating, > shivering, i am scared of everything i can’t cope anymore, i lost my > drive i lost my mind, sorry > — > Robert Bronsing > ‘In the beginning, the file was without form, and void; > and emptiness was upon the face of the bits. > And the Fingers of the Author moved upon the face of the keyboard. > And the Author said: ‘Let there be words’, and there were words’ > from the Linux System Administrators Guide
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