I built a bridge to get over it, but then I set it on fire.

The level of seething hatred I still harbour for my old job worries me sometimes. Like, I know it's pointless to hold onto, and I can accept that it's not healthy, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to scream and scream and scream at the people I used to work for. Sometimes I still have dreams where I DO.

Can you have PTSD from an office job? Because I think I might.