Revisiting the progression of my illness is traumatic…

In early 2019, I continued to struggle in all areas of my life, but I wasn’t willing to quit any of them. Then suddenly, I lost my job, got another job, and just didn’t have the willpower to move forward one more step. I was defeated and lost and told my new employer I could not physically fulfill my job duties. It was soul-crushing. My profession, my passion, working with kids, was my identity and now it was gone. I didn’t know if I would ever again be able to handle the rigors of a physical therapist’s workload. And I sank into a dark hole in my room, in my bed, feeling horrible and just waking up to take pills and go to the doctor. Maybe to get my kids to and from school or feed them.