Its getting bad again. All the anxiety and fear and the stomach turning panic..

Nights are get ting worse and harder to sleep through. I haven't even seen anything bad yet.

What will become of me when I get my first dead pt? Or my first serious trauma?

My memory has grown worse but my responsibilities only continue to grow.

Am I all that I say I am or is it just a comforting lie?

Something to get me by?

I dont know.

I dont know.

I need something or someone to hold on nights like this.

It will be a tough year.

I am scared I will get myself fired from work. It terrifies me.

I feel sick.