I now live in a 150 sqft tiny house in the woods, shower under the stars, poop in a bucket, grow food, fall asleep to the sound of frogs and owls... And it's the happiest I've ever been.
I now live in a 150 sqft tiny house in the woods, shower under the stars, poop in a bucket, grow food, fall asleep to the sound of frogs and owls... And it's the happiest I've ever been.
I have that same kind of visceral reaction to any thoughts of certain employers that I've had "that" kind of relationship with. I don't think it's "startup PTSD" so much as "dysfunctional employment (or other relationship) PTSD"
I can easily mark the exact moment where my ability to deal with the situation I was in went so far gone that my brain's instinctive response was to just flee.
I've seen this with familial relations as well, which clearly pushes it well into "just normal PTSD" if you can accept that ANY form of PTSD is "normal" (which I refuse, for the record...)
I'm just glad you got out before you actually ended up with permanent psychological damage. This shit isn't a joke.
Glad you found your personal sovereignty.
(by the way I know the difference between a shark and a dolphin, but what about a dolphin and a porpoise?)