I've written yesterday about feeling completely exhausted, mainly because I'm worrying about a lot of people.

Well, seems like life just can't give me a bloody break!

I just heard that my favorite teacher suffered a heart attack today. He's in IC at the hospital, that's all I know.

He is one of the few people who know about my PTSD since he knows someone else who has it and recognised the symptoms in me after I had a bad flashback in his class. Since then he always tried to look out for me, asked me how I was doing, kept people away when he noticed me dissociating or having a flashback and so on. He even raised a little hell when a friend of mine told him about another teacher bullying me. Everyone I know loves him and his classes.

It's just so unfair that this always seems to happen to the few really good people out there!!! I keep telling myself that he'll be alright but my stupid brain won't shut up about someone else I cared about dying of a heart attack which made my whole life a mess once again (surely there must be a limit to the number of times that happens).

So, yeah, just trying not to freak out here.