...after 11 years I have finally accepted that I need some help and went to Mental Health. I've been serving for 27 years in a very small closed loop community that I will not name. I have completed more than 20 deployments, but three particular back-to-back deployments (03, 04, & 05) to Iraq left their mark. I thought about getting help in 2006, but I got cold feet; you guys know the stigma... By 2009 nightmares, insomnia, alcohol, and hyperviglance turned into panic attacks and I went to medical thinking I was having a heart attack; they bandaged me together for a while. Although they highly recommended that I go to Mental Health, I didn't figuring that they would take my dive and demo pay/status. Simply sucked it up, buried it, buried myself in work, and led on. Anyway, since then things have only gotten worse/more frequent and the last three months have been hell with no breaks. After feeling like I was going to have a panic attack for about three weeks straight, two of them while on leave, I finally went to the psychiatrist. No surprises, they confirmed what I have known for years - PTSD. They only good thing about it so far is that trazodone keeps me from hearing mice stomping around in the yard all night long and I can sleep a little better in between nightmares. I'm going to retire. At least I've got that going for me because who the hell is going to hire a 45 year old vet with PTSD.
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