Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
A few years ago, I had just turned 18 and landed my first job in the local express supermarket facing my home. Initially, I loved it, the thought of being independent and earning my own money. The first few months were pretty good apart from the odd idiot who would want to make your life difficult and constantly come in to cause trouble or shoplift. I only worked part-time but whenever there was over-time I would normally accept it not for the money but because I enjoyed work. I found myself working 7 days a week and on some days I'd have to work 2 jobs, one in a school then straight to the express store for the night shift. On one occasion I accepted some overtime on a Wednesday night oblivious as to what was going to happen on that shift. The store would close at 11pm and as I lived in the house facing the store I'd always go home on my break. I returned from my break and began facing the shelves, it was around 10:50pm and in the last few minutes I stood beh...