I am a combat vet just turned 25 this month it should have been happy and exciting.
A friend and her husband took me to see monster jam, had never seen it, it was fun but at the same time I hate that it feels like I have to force myself to be happy anymore or fake it. Every day it gets harder and harder.
I already had my own demons from before I went in, they say if you have trauma in your past it makes you more susceptible to getting ptsd from deployment. I joined as a combat medic because I've always had a big heart and wanted to help people. I've known I wanted to go into the medical field since I was 5. But the memories haunt me in my sleep and sometimes even when I'm awake. I can still hear friends and others screams and tears. The memories haunt me especially the ones who didn't make it.
I've been home from Afghanistan since July 08 but I don't know if things are better or worse now than they were then. When I first came home they told me I was completely shut off from my emotions and had shut that part of myself down as a survival mechanism, you have to not just for yourself but for the people you work on. Like when my friend another medic was flown in to our trauma team after being blown up by an rpg I couldn't let myself feel anything, you have to shut it off and do your job. If not you might screw up. You never forget a face of someone who dies while your one of the people working on them.
This caused a lot of problems with friends and family especially, they just didn't understand a lot of them I don't think they cared to try. I cant explain why but even though I couldn't feel anything I still had nightmares every night that haunted me they were a lot worse back then that and I was as paranoid as they come, so I started drinking to cope. If you blackout you don't dream or at least you don't remember them. That just cause more issues.
I don't drink any more and I did a lot of work in therapy and it took a loooooong time but I started to feel again and now I feel everything and I hate it. I wish I felt nothing. Apparently when your cut off from your emotions for long enough once you turn them back on you have the emotions of a toddler and cant control them.
Long story short its been a rough couple years, if was honest with myself most of my life has been pretty screwed up. The difference now is that I feel like I've been abandoned by almost everyone. To go along with my mental issues I have spinal damage in a few different places, missing bone in my right shoulder with a grade 2 a/c separation, torn ligaments in my ankle both ankles are unstable among other things.
So now I'm at a point almost all my family has abandoned me. People I thought were friends have faded away. I guess you could call my recent failed relationship karma for me drinking, I ended up moving in with a guy I thought cared about me. After 7 months of us being together off and on, turns out he is a ragging alcoholic. Pretty good at hiding it when he wants to. He could get pretty mean when he was drunk and usually didn't remember later. After being scared of him it got to a point I didn't care. I couldn't take it, hurt me or not I have to get out of this so after a wasted year it finally ended except that he still tries to talk to me here and there. It seems like just to mess with me because it usually ends with him hurting me again.
I don't know what I've been fighting so hard for or what the point of even trying anymore. My lease is up in march and I basically have no idea where the hell I'm going. I don't know who could possibly want me as damaged as I am now.
I'm so unhappy and it just gets worse everyday, it doesn't help that I have no one to talk to. Anyone I have confided in just either screwed me over completely or threw everything back in my face and in the end hurt me. It's hard to trust anyone when everyone you let in your life lets you down. There are only 2 people I'd even consider a friend and I cant talk to them about things. They don't understand and like everyone else I meet are judgemental.
Sadly even though I'm the youngest of 8 kids the only people I really talk to in my family are my parents and half the time its hard to get hold of them. I just feel so alone in the world, like I have nothing to look forward to.
I keep trying to pull myself together to go to school to get my registered nurse but how can I do that when I don't even want to wake up every day. I just don't know what to do. I've reached out to everyone in my life I thought might care but just found more fake people. Don't ever tell anyone 'I'll be there for you', if you don't mean it, because it really hurts to be let down over and over.
I don't have any kids of my own and recently found out I now might have poly cystic ovarian syndrome, isn't that just the icing on the cake. For years I wanted kids more than anything now I might not be able to have them.
I feel like my life has no meaning or worth and the only reason anyone would notice if I was gone is when they needed something. That's the only reason people talk to me is when they want something. I just wish I had one reason or thing to live for. Every day is harder and hiding it is getting more difficult to do.
A friend and her husband took me to see monster jam, had never seen it, it was fun but at the same time I hate that it feels like I have to force myself to be happy anymore or fake it. Every day it gets harder and harder.
I already had my own demons from before I went in, they say if you have trauma in your past it makes you more susceptible to getting ptsd from deployment. I joined as a combat medic because I've always had a big heart and wanted to help people. I've known I wanted to go into the medical field since I was 5. But the memories haunt me in my sleep and sometimes even when I'm awake. I can still hear friends and others screams and tears. The memories haunt me especially the ones who didn't make it.
I've been home from Afghanistan since July 08 but I don't know if things are better or worse now than they were then. When I first came home they told me I was completely shut off from my emotions and had shut that part of myself down as a survival mechanism, you have to not just for yourself but for the people you work on. Like when my friend another medic was flown in to our trauma team after being blown up by an rpg I couldn't let myself feel anything, you have to shut it off and do your job. If not you might screw up. You never forget a face of someone who dies while your one of the people working on them.
This caused a lot of problems with friends and family especially, they just didn't understand a lot of them I don't think they cared to try. I cant explain why but even though I couldn't feel anything I still had nightmares every night that haunted me they were a lot worse back then that and I was as paranoid as they come, so I started drinking to cope. If you blackout you don't dream or at least you don't remember them. That just cause more issues.
I don't drink any more and I did a lot of work in therapy and it took a loooooong time but I started to feel again and now I feel everything and I hate it. I wish I felt nothing. Apparently when your cut off from your emotions for long enough once you turn them back on you have the emotions of a toddler and cant control them.
Long story short its been a rough couple years, if was honest with myself most of my life has been pretty screwed up. The difference now is that I feel like I've been abandoned by almost everyone. To go along with my mental issues I have spinal damage in a few different places, missing bone in my right shoulder with a grade 2 a/c separation, torn ligaments in my ankle both ankles are unstable among other things.
So now I'm at a point almost all my family has abandoned me. People I thought were friends have faded away. I guess you could call my recent failed relationship karma for me drinking, I ended up moving in with a guy I thought cared about me. After 7 months of us being together off and on, turns out he is a ragging alcoholic. Pretty good at hiding it when he wants to. He could get pretty mean when he was drunk and usually didn't remember later. After being scared of him it got to a point I didn't care. I couldn't take it, hurt me or not I have to get out of this so after a wasted year it finally ended except that he still tries to talk to me here and there. It seems like just to mess with me because it usually ends with him hurting me again.
I don't know what I've been fighting so hard for or what the point of even trying anymore. My lease is up in march and I basically have no idea where the hell I'm going. I don't know who could possibly want me as damaged as I am now.
I'm so unhappy and it just gets worse everyday, it doesn't help that I have no one to talk to. Anyone I have confided in just either screwed me over completely or threw everything back in my face and in the end hurt me. It's hard to trust anyone when everyone you let in your life lets you down. There are only 2 people I'd even consider a friend and I cant talk to them about things. They don't understand and like everyone else I meet are judgemental.
Sadly even though I'm the youngest of 8 kids the only people I really talk to in my family are my parents and half the time its hard to get hold of them. I just feel so alone in the world, like I have nothing to look forward to.
I keep trying to pull myself together to go to school to get my registered nurse but how can I do that when I don't even want to wake up every day. I just don't know what to do. I've reached out to everyone in my life I thought might care but just found more fake people. Don't ever tell anyone 'I'll be there for you', if you don't mean it, because it really hurts to be let down over and over.
I don't have any kids of my own and recently found out I now might have poly cystic ovarian syndrome, isn't that just the icing on the cake. For years I wanted kids more than anything now I might not be able to have them.
I feel like my life has no meaning or worth and the only reason anyone would notice if I was gone is when they needed something. That's the only reason people talk to me is when they want something. I just wish I had one reason or thing to live for. Every day is harder and hiding it is getting more difficult to do.