Oh, how I keep fooling myself. I get hospitalized for depression/suicidal thoughts because of the sexual abuse as a kid. I work on the healing. I start feeling good and wham I get hit broadside by a trigger and the cycle starts all over again. I think I have everything figured out and help others to the best of my ability. Then my military career starts falling apart because something is going on inside me - I am terrified but cant figure it out. Back to the hospital I go. All the meds do no good. Finally, I think I got it licked this time and boom a new boss shows up for work and I start going crazy - back to the hospital I go again. Finally, after about a year and a half I figure out my boss looks identical to one of my abusers (being in the army I cant just quite) Meanwhile, I am going nuts - thoughts of abuse/depression/suicidal are rampant again. So where do they send me back to the hospital again. I finally retire from the Army and figure o.k. I will just get a dead end job working nights so I dont have to see anybody. Go to my AA meetings. Socialize with my wife. And everything will be fine. I have everything in a Neat Little Package. But somehow, somewhere, somebody, something opens that package when I dont want it to be opened and out comes Hades. I again, for the 50th time, learn that it cant be fixed with will power. And just because I can open that Neat Little Package when I want to help somebody does not mean the tape will stick back on the box and the wrapping paper will not be torn when I try to reseal that Neat Little Package. Oh, how that Neat Little Package is a lie of a lifetime. But still how I would like to repackage that Neat Little Package as though it was never opened to begin with. And the cycle starts all over again and the current location is Hades with the Neat Little Package destroyed because it has been opened and closed so many times that it now no longer even resembles a package but a smashed little box.
