Subject: Confused
Mrs. DeVine,
I am writing you today to express my concerns regarding our last phone conversation. As you know I presented in the Emergency room with suicidal ideation, acute symptoms of poly substance abuse and elevated blood pressure/BPM. I was consequently admitted into the hospital for further observation. During this time you conducted a standard mental health assessment. I repeatedly expressed my concerns regarding the escalating effects PTSD was having on myself and my loved ones. I also explained to you the deteriating cognizant symptoms I am suffering from, ie. memory loss, confusion rage etc. You gave me your VA business card and told me to contact you and you would find an inpatient program to address these ongoing, destructive symptoms. Today I called you filled with hope that perhaps there is a place for me, and others like me, to be healed. From day one in Basic Training a Warrior is taught to never show weakness, to never falter, to fulfill your mission. To ask for help, we are taught, is weakness. I am a decorated Combat Veteran, a Warrior. I reached out to you and asked for help. I hope one day you understand that people like me destroy everyone they love, we break everything that is beautiful and rage eats us from the inside. Imagine my confusion, during our phone conversation, that I realized that you GOOGLED PTSD programs. That was the extent of help you are willing to give me. You asked me if I had a pen so you could give me a phone number for a program you found on GOOGLE. No I dont have a pen handy, I thought that was your job. Right now Im weeping, and dont get confused, Im not weeping for me. Im dead inside, my soul is broken. Im weeping for all the people Ive hurt who used to love me. And poor James who hung himself in a lonely, shitty room. Just another dead Marine. Was it because he couldnt find a pen?
DOC
Mrs. DeVine,
I am writing you today to express my concerns regarding our last phone conversation. As you know I presented in the Emergency room with suicidal ideation, acute symptoms of poly substance abuse and elevated blood pressure/BPM. I was consequently admitted into the hospital for further observation. During this time you conducted a standard mental health assessment. I repeatedly expressed my concerns regarding the escalating effects PTSD was having on myself and my loved ones. I also explained to you the deteriating cognizant symptoms I am suffering from, ie. memory loss, confusion rage etc. You gave me your VA business card and told me to contact you and you would find an inpatient program to address these ongoing, destructive symptoms. Today I called you filled with hope that perhaps there is a place for me, and others like me, to be healed. From day one in Basic Training a Warrior is taught to never show weakness, to never falter, to fulfill your mission. To ask for help, we are taught, is weakness. I am a decorated Combat Veteran, a Warrior. I reached out to you and asked for help. I hope one day you understand that people like me destroy everyone they love, we break everything that is beautiful and rage eats us from the inside. Imagine my confusion, during our phone conversation, that I realized that you GOOGLED PTSD programs. That was the extent of help you are willing to give me. You asked me if I had a pen so you could give me a phone number for a program you found on GOOGLE. No I dont have a pen handy, I thought that was your job. Right now Im weeping, and dont get confused, Im not weeping for me. Im dead inside, my soul is broken. Im weeping for all the people Ive hurt who used to love me. And poor James who hung himself in a lonely, shitty room. Just another dead Marine. Was it because he couldnt find a pen?
DOC
