How could I not see it? I know PTSD; I live with it. It's so obvious! She wouldn't answer her phone, scared it was me again...Now she talks about the OD in reporter fashion...I'll bet she has flashbacks and nightmares too...How can she not hate me?!

Ugh...I'm so disgusted with myself. I KNOW the hell PTSD can cause. How could I be so wrapped up in my own s*** that I caused it in someone else??? What am I gonna do next, cause DID in a friend? Cause RAD in a kid, if I ever have one?

How do I stop? It's so much worse than hurting myself, than hurting emotionally...I would sentence myself to eternal exile in the worst place imaginable if it meant never hurting another person I care about...Any feelings of worthlessness I felt prior to this realization is now tripled...

What's the point of going into health care, being a nurse, caring for strangers, if I keep hurting those closest to me?? What right do I have to be happy now, knowing others are in pain because of me?