I worked the Police contract on recovery for a few years & no matter what you do, something always gets to you in the end.
A fireman handed me a phone no’ on a piece of paper. told me to ring it 24/7 if ever I felt the need to talk. When I eventually came across that need it turned out to be his personal no’.
There is no medicine you can take (please don’t resort to alcohol), there’s no operation, no training course, nothing that a neither a Doctor or a preacher can help you with.
All that you have is someone to talk it out with. I’m here 24/7 if you need me. Sometimes it helps more if it’s someone you know & sometiomes it really needs to be a total stranger.
I saw some pretty horrendous sights & for a long time I managed to not think too much about them, it was a ballet shoe that knocked me off course, followed shortly by a baby seat covered in blood.