Like a record stuck on a track

I am haunted by what I saw and heard, my mind won’t stop, I can be doing something not even related and my thoughts will return to that moment.  I have taken some sick days, it doesn’t help, the thoughts just come, out of nowhere.   I hear the words in my mind, I feel anxious, I am losing my confidence and am questioning who I am and why I chose to do this, maybe I am not cut out for this kind of work.

Social Worker