So my heart is pounding a million miles an hour just writing this.
I was deployed in 2003-2004 and spent the majority of my year in Fallujah. During my deployment I lived through daily mortar attacks. I also experienced MST which I've never admitted to another vet or even any of my friends.. This is a huge step for me. There was only one occasion that I witnessed someone killed and it was an ING (not a buddy) being hit in the head by a mortar. Though that was a close call for us as well, my squad made it out.
When I first returned from my deployment I couldn't get a grip on reality. I literally checked out mentally by taking whatever drugs I could get my hands on. knowing I couldn't continue living like that I cleaned up, but that just brought on all the problems I'd been avoiding. I was able to get by to a point, but couldn't get out of the cycle of getting a job, losing the job, and going homeless, living in friends cars and hostels. Finally a friend that worked at the VA told me I had PTSD and needed to get help. Even in my first C&P interview I again lied out of imbarrasment and guilt. I then even waited 3 years in fear of calling the VA to find out the outcome, even while being homeless. I finally called and found out I had been rated at 50% two years prior based off of my unit records.
Then the unimaginable happened and my best friend (the only person I've completely trusted) was killed in a hit and run..
This created a flood of symptoms increasing 10 fold in intensity.
The VA then rated me at 100%
I can hardly leave my house now and when I do I get sick at the thought of the world outside. I have to task out friends (not sure why they put up with me) to help me with getting groceries and such.
I also have guilt that I didn't lose my best friend in theater. I didn't lose a limb. I wasn't hit with shrapnel from the mortars.
My mom's husband asked about my time in Iraq last night and I freaked the f*ck out. I just completely lost control. Started screaming at him and banging the back of my head against the wall.. I wish I could say this was my only crazed outburst or my worst outburst, but it is not..
i feel like I'm just here decaying. Waiting to die and it's some sick joke that I'm forced to stay here because I can not hurt my mom by taking myself out. I pray at night when I'm too afraid to sleep that my heart stops beating during the night terror so I don't have to be so damn scared all the time..
Anyway that's my rant. Sorry it's so long. I just haven't shared these feelings to this extent to anyone before.
thank you for listening and hopefully maybe understanding. I feel extremely alone at the moment.
I was deployed in 2003-2004 and spent the majority of my year in Fallujah. During my deployment I lived through daily mortar attacks. I also experienced MST which I've never admitted to another vet or even any of my friends.. This is a huge step for me. There was only one occasion that I witnessed someone killed and it was an ING (not a buddy) being hit in the head by a mortar. Though that was a close call for us as well, my squad made it out.
When I first returned from my deployment I couldn't get a grip on reality. I literally checked out mentally by taking whatever drugs I could get my hands on. knowing I couldn't continue living like that I cleaned up, but that just brought on all the problems I'd been avoiding. I was able to get by to a point, but couldn't get out of the cycle of getting a job, losing the job, and going homeless, living in friends cars and hostels. Finally a friend that worked at the VA told me I had PTSD and needed to get help. Even in my first C&P interview I again lied out of imbarrasment and guilt. I then even waited 3 years in fear of calling the VA to find out the outcome, even while being homeless. I finally called and found out I had been rated at 50% two years prior based off of my unit records.
Then the unimaginable happened and my best friend (the only person I've completely trusted) was killed in a hit and run..
This created a flood of symptoms increasing 10 fold in intensity.
The VA then rated me at 100%
I can hardly leave my house now and when I do I get sick at the thought of the world outside. I have to task out friends (not sure why they put up with me) to help me with getting groceries and such.
I also have guilt that I didn't lose my best friend in theater. I didn't lose a limb. I wasn't hit with shrapnel from the mortars.
My mom's husband asked about my time in Iraq last night and I freaked the f*ck out. I just completely lost control. Started screaming at him and banging the back of my head against the wall.. I wish I could say this was my only crazed outburst or my worst outburst, but it is not..
i feel like I'm just here decaying. Waiting to die and it's some sick joke that I'm forced to stay here because I can not hurt my mom by taking myself out. I pray at night when I'm too afraid to sleep that my heart stops beating during the night terror so I don't have to be so damn scared all the time..
Anyway that's my rant. Sorry it's so long. I just haven't shared these feelings to this extent to anyone before.
thank you for listening and hopefully maybe understanding. I feel extremely alone at the moment.