I’m finally not alone.
"My life is pretty good. I have great family and friend support. I have a fantastic health team. We have a definitive diagnosis of PTSD and other illnesses and my multitude of drugs generally keep me well. However despite how well I was travelling with my illnesses, I was often lonely in my diagnosis. Ostracised from work I had no comradeship, no one to have a coffee with. After 23 years there was no one who knew me for the awesome copper I was, no one to recognise me now that I was ill. To all my support I wore the smiling face but bore the saddened soul. Then someone put me on to Code 9, and I have found that missing piece of the puzzle. I have laughed, I have cried, I have supported and have been supported. I have found a group of troubled survivors fighting to make sense of work, sick leave, Workcover, medical retirement and beyond. Finding out where it all fits into life to keep themselves alive. I’m finally not alone."