This is my first post here and maybe my last.
I got back from Iraq May 2009, I was ther for about 15 months.
I see plenty of army commercials talking about PTSD but I never thought I had it. Lately I have been wondering if I do.
I don't even know what to say, I just have to try to type what i'm feeling.
I rarely feel anything and when I do it's either guilt or anger. I don't feel guilty for anything I did but for things that happened to friends that maybe should of happened to me. People that were standing next to me one minute and then they just were gone.
I'm typing this to try to give a little bit of insight into the minds of your loved ones who may have the same issues as me.
I don't sleep.
I drink everyday, it helps me cope somewhat ... when I don't drink I feel worse. Don't get me wrong now everyday is this bad when I do feel this way it's really difficult.
Sometimes I have dreams that trigger everything in me to go haywire.
The other day I had a dream that I was choking and coughing up maggots, I woke up and had to check myself in the mirror to make sure I was just dreaming.
I constantly have dreams that I die in Iraq, in little Iraqi villages that I patrolled on a regular basis. Iraqi faces that I recognized and that hands that I shook everytime I went there. These people trying to kill me. Usually in my dreams they succeed.
Sometimes I am kidnapped and executed, my head sawed off by Iraqi's with a kitchen knife and the expression on the face of my severed head cringing in agony from the pain of them cutting my head off while i'm still alive.
The reason these dreams are so bad is because they feel so real. Especially the sounds. Most people don't understand how loud an IED is. It's deafening. There is nothing else in the world that I have witnessed that is that loud. Then after that sound there are always dead people.
Sometimes I hear a noise that sounds like an AK-47 going off, It could be anything. One time it was someone opening a door at a Burger King.
Well thats about all I got.
Oh one more thing, don't ever tell someone going through this that "you understand" because you don't, you can't, unless you have lived through it yourself.
I got back from Iraq May 2009, I was ther for about 15 months.
I see plenty of army commercials talking about PTSD but I never thought I had it. Lately I have been wondering if I do.
I don't even know what to say, I just have to try to type what i'm feeling.
I rarely feel anything and when I do it's either guilt or anger. I don't feel guilty for anything I did but for things that happened to friends that maybe should of happened to me. People that were standing next to me one minute and then they just were gone.
I'm typing this to try to give a little bit of insight into the minds of your loved ones who may have the same issues as me.
I don't sleep.
I drink everyday, it helps me cope somewhat ... when I don't drink I feel worse. Don't get me wrong now everyday is this bad when I do feel this way it's really difficult.
Sometimes I have dreams that trigger everything in me to go haywire.
The other day I had a dream that I was choking and coughing up maggots, I woke up and had to check myself in the mirror to make sure I was just dreaming.
I constantly have dreams that I die in Iraq, in little Iraqi villages that I patrolled on a regular basis. Iraqi faces that I recognized and that hands that I shook everytime I went there. These people trying to kill me. Usually in my dreams they succeed.
Sometimes I am kidnapped and executed, my head sawed off by Iraqi's with a kitchen knife and the expression on the face of my severed head cringing in agony from the pain of them cutting my head off while i'm still alive.
The reason these dreams are so bad is because they feel so real. Especially the sounds. Most people don't understand how loud an IED is. It's deafening. There is nothing else in the world that I have witnessed that is that loud. Then after that sound there are always dead people.
Sometimes I hear a noise that sounds like an AK-47 going off, It could be anything. One time it was someone opening a door at a Burger King.
Well thats about all I got.
Oh one more thing, don't ever tell someone going through this that "you understand" because you don't, you can't, unless you have lived through it yourself.