For the last week or so I have had difficulty geting out of bed. So I faked having a cold and didn't go to work; mind you I've only had this gig for two months. I don't want to screw it up; but sometimes, much less now than when I was younger, I still get so down. I was finally diagnosed with PTSD six years ago and have more often than not gotten what I need. But when I got like this: screaming at my dog and cat, being numb and for the second time called out, I figured something was up-- and yes I am taking my meds. But it finally occured to me today that I haven't ever been honest with myself about being so sad and angry: always pretending to be sick so that I wouldn't have to go to school or work. There was something wrong, but I couldn't tell people at work that. What do I do?
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