So I just got back from a therapy session in which I discussed this issue and my therapist and I came to an interesting thought:
I only really know what has transpired in my life, and there are so many different paths to follow, so I can only speak about mine and what I have seen and heard.
My life has been all about success. Starting at a young age I was a natural athlete. The teams I was on won, not only that, but I rose to the top on personal performance. In school I was a good student. Never really had to study that much, things just came to me. When I joined the military, I went all in. I didn't sit back. I didn't want to be someone sitting at a desk making decisions. I wanted to be part of the action. Doing those things, if I had to make decisions, I wanted to have those decisions matter in an upfront, tangible way.During that time, I saw things. Those things that we have all seen and done. Things that made me question what I was doing and why?
Then I got off active duty. I went back to school and got a job making strategic decisions. I wasn't the guy actually making the decisions happen. I was planning, drawing, planning, telling people to do things. All of it ethereal. At the end of the day I had produced paper with ink or pencil on it. That is it.
Then I went back into the action after 9/11. Now I was senior, I was placed in rolls that had me making more strategic decisions. Occasionally being part of the action. But I still had the memories. The good and the bad.
Then when I retired, I went back to the office doing the ethereal. Clearly something was missing. So now I am left asking myself, "What am I going to do?" My body is wrecked. My mind is wrecked. What can I do?
Besides PTSD, I think that is what happens to us. We live these extraordinary, sometimes action filled lives of doing real tangible things in the world. Then when it is over, whether it is one tour or you were a lifer, what do you do now? What will compare?
When we were in, most of us were in the peak of physical shape. Our minds were sharp. Our motivation level high. When I look at myself and other vets, we almost all led sedentary lives, gained weight, topped living a life with vest and vigor. PTSD? Mid-life crisis? How does that happen? Why does that happen? What can we do about it or do to replace it?
Okay, I think I am rambling now. Just my thoughts vomiting from my brain.