This out-processing feels very different.
For one, it’s final.
For two, my head and my body are not cooperating.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but my brain is not what it used to be, and out-processing has been genuinely difficult. In the past, I PCSed across continents without breaking a sweat. This time is very, very different. Simple things, like checking out, getting signatures, turning in badges, setting up healthcare after separation - take a significant toll on me.
People congratulate me on my retirement, but when I say it’s medical, the response quickly turns into “I’m sorry.”
At work, I’m still dealing with last-minute tasks, suspenses, and deadlines. I don't think they realize, that I am running on fumes and if it was not for a handful of meds every day I would not be able to function, let alone work.
On top of everything I am stressing about moving to a different state, time zone, climate.
In summary: lately, I’ve had that familiar feeling of losing my mind again.