I have not been back to school since the Great Blood Pressure Incident of 11/29. The administrations’ thoughts and prayers were not well-received here because they came with 0 plan of action to help me or my students. I finally got in to see the psychiatrist today (by no fault of her own – this is a very busy time for mental health professionals) and was told that I do indeed have PTSD (duh). Basically, what’d happened is that the therapy and self coping I’d developed decayed due to my work situation. (duh)
- rage attacks
- panic attacks
- generalized anxiety
- high blood pressure caused by these things
- night terrors
I’ve been placed on an antidepressant and will not be returning to work until the second semester. By then, these new meds will have kicked in and hopefully they’ll do the trick. We will reevaluate the drug situation in 6 months to a year.
Best thing said to me so far, was when I left the ER two weeks ago and the nurse caught my attention on the way out. He said, “Hey, you’re not crazy. You’re not.”
I bawled. It hit me in the human side of me that’s still capable of emotion.
TLDR: I am starting this journey again. Thanks for your kind words and concern.