I try not to get too emotionally invested in my clients, but I recently got a new one who is really fucking me up. His first two nights here he was climbing on the roofs of the houses on the property I work at, pointing his finger at other clients and yelling "bang bang." He started building a bunker in the yard with furniture.

Then he started to get better; I got him set up with a licensed social worker friend of mine so he could be seen twice weekly by someone who doesn't have a massive case load (aka VA). He started only getting caught in paranoid delusions maybe every other day. For the past 5 years he's been pushed from agency to curb, to agency to curb, over and over again with no stability and no long term investment in his well being.

Then bad news came to him. Then more bad news. And it keeps coming. Last night I found him unconscious in the grass with vomit all over him after he intentionally overdosed on his medicine.

He's gonna be fine, but I think the severity of his PTSD is such that medicine or therapy can't substantially help him. At least the kind of medicine that doesn't completely cognitively castrate you.

The worst of it all is that he's probably going to end back up on the street in a month when the company collapses.