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Hi guys! I am a business development manager or account manager who manages clients and bring in new accounts for the company. I brought in a new contract for my company in less than 3 months after joining. My operations team cant deliver what the contract states. And I got to manage my client.

So today while I am with my boss alone. He told me to stop being so immature and stop thinking about the needs of my clients. If there is a need to cut cost, let my client know and dont quote to their request.

And I was like….? That dont sound responsible. And he tells me stop thinking for others?

So, in the first place why bring me on board when one of my role is to bring in more revene for the company?

Am i being immature for thinking on the perspective of my clients?

I always build a very good rapport with my clients til they introduce me new clients and we become friends.

I dont get it? Why he need to use the word on me. Immature? That hurts. I am a veteran in the industry with 11 years of experience.

It makes me dont want to communicate with any of my colleagues or him anymore now.


#PTSD #Anxiety #Selfblame #PanicAttacks #Selfesteem #Selfworth #MajorDepressiveDisorder #sleepdisorder

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Julia Norton

Trying to Fall Asleep at Night With Insomnia

My body feels restless, and my mind wanders. I count sheep, but I run out of numbers. I focus on my breathing, but feel no less tired. I get up and pace. My muscles begin to grow weary, but my mind won’t stop. I took my sleep medication hours ago, which doesn’t work tonight. I take another dose of my pain medicine because I feel an ache accompanied by the sharpness of returning pain. But my mind won’t quiet itself. The world seems still. I listen to the rain pound on the window and the air conditioning rumble. I focus on my husband’s still body and listen to him breathe. It soothes me, but sleep continues to evade me. I move to the recliner, thinking it’s the position of my body that’s preventing me from sleeping. I’m comfortable, but I’m not tired. I turn on the TV and watch a movie. The minutes and hours tick by, and I remain awake to see the clock hands turn. I use all the skills I know to help me relax. I focus on my breathing and listen to a guided meditation. I am still awake. I go through a progressive muscle relaxation exercise, and my body goes limp. But I am awake. I count to 100 and to zero and to 100 again. I am still awake. I feel isolated and helpless. It feels like I am the only person conscious in the whole world. I am alone. I long for sleep, knowing that this sweet escape at night will make me a happier and healthier person to be around tomorrow. But it is out of my control. I am in control of everything, my environment, my behavior, and my mind — but not my insomnia . I can focus my thoughts, but not on sleep. I can make myself cozy and comfortable — but not enough to sleep. I can control how I breathe and how I relax my body, but not enough to sleep. Sleep evades me, but it is the one thing I long for — the purpose of the night. My cat crawls on my chest. He sleeps. He soothes me, and usually, this works to help me fall into slumber. But tonight, he is a weight that reminds me of the restlessness within. Time moves so slowly. The first half of the night crawls. 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m., 4:00 a.m. As light starts to creep into my window, I know the rest of the early morning will move quickly. All of a sudden, my alarm will go off as I anticipate the sound. Finally, I am tired, but sleep will have to wait.

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YET AGAIN……. Another #sleepless night! #Insomnia

I know #Insomnia & other #SleepDisorders are no party, but no one ever tells you how dark and lonely these long nights can be! Its so quiet. And particularly if you have #Anxiety or other #r #MentalHealth issues, silence can be our worst enemy. Love to all who have to battle hard all night, just to try and sleep. Xx

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Matt Sloan

Trauma Nightmares: When I Kick and Punch My Partner In My Sleep

I’ve always been what you’d call an “active sleeper.” I’ve never sleepwalked (to the best of my knowledge), though it does apparently run in my family, to a degree. Talking in my sleep is typically my jam; I’ve laughed, spoken complete sentences, shouted, exclaimed – you name it, I’ve probably said it, much to the amusement of my fiance. Many of us do it, right? You might be remembering the funny things you’ve said in your sleep right now. I wish it had stopped there; I wish that all I did was say silly, nonsensical things in response to my dreams. Uncovering trauma changes you, though, and research shows that the REM (rapid eye movement) stage of sleep – the time when we are actively dreaming – is one of the brain’s ways of processing unresolved trauma and emotions. Since therapy helped me uncover the emotional abuse I experienced from my mother and the sexual abuse I likely experienced due to her greed and negligence, my nighttime activity has taken a darker turn. I’ve gone “no contact” with my mother, finally severing the umbilical cord she kept around my wrists. I’m finally free from her, and though there remains every chance I’ll see her in the street, or that she’ll appear uninvited at my door, I’m glad to say I’ll never see her again. Some things cannot and should not ever be forgiven, and the multitudes of ways she ridiculed me, shamed me, and molded me into this dependent child in a man’s body – they made the bed she has to lie in. But going no contact is just a fragment of this journey, and what I’m left with now is an unfinished puzzle. Going no contact with someone doesn’t mean I’ve found closure, and I desperately want to send her a letter to tell her everything she’s done to me. Right now, I can’t do that. All of the anger and resentment I feel toward her courses through me, and while I might not be thinking about it every waking second, it’s right there in my subconscious, just out of sight – a ghost waiting for me to fall asleep before it rattles its chains and howls in my ear. The nightmares are typically the same. I confront her. I scream at her, saying all the things I wish I’d said growing up – that she can’t control me, that she can’t ridicule me and my father, that she’s venomous and toxic and that the reason the rest of our family left her is abundantly clear to me. I’m standing up to her, in those nightmares. I’m screaming in her face, asserting the power I never felt while her boot pressed down on me. I’m no longer the scared little boy, fearing his mother’s Vesuvian eruptions. And then, the unthinkable happens. I kick her in those nightmares. I hit her. I close my fist and I punch her, and the force of those emotions sends a signal from my brain to my body that should, by all rights, be locked in sleep. I need to say here that I’m not a violent person. I need you to know that. I’ve only gotten into one fight, back in school, when I’d had enough of the bullying and, just once, stuck up for myself. For all the bitterness and fury I feel, I would never be physically violent to her or anyone. It’s just not who I am; I believe in the figurative might of the pen, not the sword. And yet, when my brain sends that signal, my body receives it. I’ve screamed in malice. I’ve punched. I’ve kicked. Except my mother isn’t there – my sleeping fiance is an incredible woman who has done nothing wrong. It happened again last night. I confronted my mother in my dreams, and I closed my fist and I punched. My partner was awake – she couldn’t sleep – and with a closed fist, I punched her in the face. Just typing that makes my stomach rise into my throat. Her hand was partially covering her face at the time so it could’ve been much worse. She’s thankfully uninjured. I don’t know what I’d do if she was hurt. For everything my partner has been through, she holds infinite patience and understanding. She’s experienced domestic violence from ex-partners and an abusive father. She lives with her own trauma, so I cannot imagine how she has been so understanding with this. I cannot understand how it hasn’t been triggering for her to wake up to violence. I’m waiting on the day she says she’s had enough, that she can’t do this anymore, that she’s too afraid. But… she’s not. She says that day will never come. So how, I ask, am I to continue with this? I’m seeking therapy again – private, this time, after my last run with therapy ended with NHS discharge due to funding, despite the majority of my struggles being unresolved. It doesn’t feel enough, though. I’ve begged for her forgiveness despite assurances that there’s absolutely no need. I feel like I have to be tied down at night for her safety – I couldn’t give a damn about my own. I don’t want to sleep apart from her, but even if that was a measure I chose, she would never want it. She’s said as much to me. So here we are; I go to sleep at night and I pray not to dream, and if I must dream then I pray not to act. There is no forgiving my mother for everything she has done to me. Too often are those living with trauma told to forgive their abusers , so please – don’t tell me that, and please don’t judge me for the things I do in my sleep that my waking self never would. I’m afraid to sleep and I’m afraid of what I’ll do next, but all I can do is keep moving forward. I have to do my best to address these emotions in my waking life. I have to hold onto the knowledge that this isn’t new to medicine, either. It is, most likely, a type of sleep disorder . Studies show that REM sleep behavior disorder – which involves so-called “dream-enactment behavior” such as shouting and violence – may be linked to post-traumatic stress disorder ( PTSD ). Members of our Mighty community have contributed their own experiences with PTSD and nightmares . I’m not alone, even if I feel like this makes me a monster, capable of violence when I’m wide awake. I have to keep fighting this while I’m awake so that I don’t fight my battles in my sleep.

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