Sorry to hear your story. I have heard of Aware but volunteer with CCAR. You might want to check it out if you know people looking for RC cert. It's nationally recognized and takes less time.
Thank you so much for the advice. Right now, I’m really feeling the burnout from constantly trying to meet the demands of people who probably only gave my situation legally a few minutes of their judgement — while I’m left carrying the long-term weight, with nervous system effects that have lasted months, maybe years, even decades.
I’m exhausted from the cycle of starting and stopping. Honestly, I don’t think I can even look at another job application right now, let alone deal with the countless ignored requests — from lawyers, from support services, from anyone offering “help.” It feels like living alone at the bottom of a flooded well.
I pushed myself to juggle too many things at once, trying to make up for my so-called “sins,” but in the end, I’ve ended up feeling completely disillusioned by everything. Still, somehow, I hold on to a strange, fragile hope.
I’ll give your suggestion a try. Thanks again for taking the time to comment.
Sorry to hear your story. I have heard of Aware but volunteer with CCAR. You might want to check it out if you know people looking for RC cert. It's nationally recognized and takes less time.
Thank you so much for the advice. Right now, I’m really feeling the burnout from constantly trying to meet the demands of people who probably only gave my situation legally a few minutes of their judgement — while I’m left carrying the long-term weight, with nervous system effects that have lasted months, maybe years, even decades.
I’m exhausted from the cycle of starting and stopping. Honestly, I don’t think I can even look at another job application right now, let alone deal with the countless ignored requests — from lawyers, from support services, from anyone offering “help.” It feels like living alone at the bottom of a flooded well.
I pushed myself to juggle too many things at once, trying to make up for my so-called “sins,” but in the end, I’ve ended up feeling completely disillusioned by everything. Still, somehow, I hold on to a strange, fragile hope.
I’ll give your suggestion a try. Thanks again for taking the time to comment.