In my retirement I think I’ve come to the realization that working gave me a form of PTSD.

I've been retired for years now and still wake up yelling heard and other shorthand. I take Ambien among other things and some nights I will sleepwalk into the bathroom to do prep in the tub. And I can't break this feeling that if I'm not far enough along with my prep I will get wrote up. Every last one of my working years was spent hitting deadlines and in my dream I have less than 10 minutes left to finish.