Following on my police career. More experiences including the bullying regeime that led me to quit. Includes my ongoing fight with PTSD and depression.
At six foot tall, confident natured, and above average build, it is difficult to convey how I could possibly be the subject of a bullying campaign as a police officer, but I was. My spirit was destroyed by career hungry supervisors who didn't care for my past and weren't interested in my ongoing battles with my demonic sprite, the PTSD and the dark depression that accopmanies it. I joined the police force as a lifetime vocation and not just a job. I wanted to make a difference to people's lives and create an impression of good in society. As a naive country boy I hadn't appreciated the mammoth task that lay ahead of me and now I had to face the biggest challenge of my life. I was very comfortable and confident in my role and thoroughly enjoyed my life as a front line officer. What could possibly go wrong? Enter the villain of all villains, drag up the harboured depressive thoughts and the recipe destroys all hope. All ambition is deflated and thrown out with the trash, leaving bitterness and disappointment.