I havent been the same since i lost my brother, i once was a career driven individual up until i lost my brother but now im just a lost cause, trying to wake up and get thru the day. I hated my job well not the job my attitude towards management wasnt great but neither was the way that they treated clients didnt sit with me so i made it known and they didnt like that, pretty much siding with the "person whose been there the longest" and not about clients and there needs. I may have been reasonable if my brother was here to talk things thru with, i miss him everyday. I dunno if im going thru ptsd or grief, but im so mad, upset and everything i have no fear of dying and thats so dangerous. Everyone tells me that things will get better, my health has turned to shit, and im ready to call it a day and be with my departed loved ones. Sometimes things are just way too much, sometimes you just need to let go.