DeadParagon
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Im not sure where to start...
Im here because I had another episode tonight which led to some hopelessness/homicidal rage/suicidal ideation etc.. aside from the usual insomnia..
I only did one tour. I was a field wireman in the Marine reserves. I hated comm but was put where the Marine Corps needed me. I was a 6th Comm Marine based out of Ammityville Long Island, voluntered for my first tour, got attached to comm co based out of Camp Pendleton, San Diego..fun times. I served in the Anbar province (Al Taqaddum and Habbaniya mainly) from 2006-2007.
The morale in our unit on base was extremely low, so I really appreciated leaving the wire to work my ass off. Our job was to dig trenches and run cable. Lmao.. When they told us in training that we would be running cable, I never thought we would literally RUN with the freqin cable.. its so hilarious when I think about it. These areas we ran through were known for sniper attacks. We used to hear stories state side of the casualties and alot more when we got there. We got pretty complacent until we started taking shots.. but they were sneaky cause they wouldn't take shots when we were all together. They took em when we were isolated in 1s, 2s and 3s. I began to appreciate the training because I understood why they made us pull targets on the range (as opposed to a machine). Maybe so we could hear how shots sounded when they popped over our heads (it all started to make sense). Luckily noone in our platoon got hit, but quite a few IAs did. I had this eerie feeling that I was always being watched out there... Like I was in someone's sites... that paranoia follows me wherever I go now... Im sorry for writing so much..
Other than that, I remember seeing mortars fly over my head and hearing explosions around the clock... didnt wanna wear the flak..didnt wanna go home a torso. They scared me shitless at first, but when I stopped caring, I think I started to welcome it in a weird way. It made the miserable job interesting. I caught myself laughing once when they flew over my head... that scared me.. that inappropriate laughter.
Go to SSTP and they got their hands full.. blood everywhere.. bodies missing limbs.. unrecognizable.. I felt like I shrunk...like I became very small when I saw them and asked doc if they were gonna be ok..
I remember laughing at dead insurgents... I remember IED graveyards.. I remember the sky lighting up.. I remember that amped up feeling on convoys.. blown up buildings.. escalation of force almost getting us killed..cars in the road played tetris to get out our way.. suspicious vehicle left..suspicious persons right... suspicious blabla bla.. unknown gunfire keep moving push through etc. I remember scenes that gave me the impression.. I am in hell.. this is what hell looks like...
I wanna go home... now all I could think about is going back
I am 100% convinced that I died out there.. that feeling came over me maybe a month before we went home.. I feel like Im gonna die out here.. that I could only operate in a warzone.. but I cant go back because I got in trouble after I came home.. drug use. But I feel like I gotta go back somehow even if I might not make it home.. but Im dead if I stay here. Damned if I do and damned if I dont I guess.
I feel ashamed because I didnt use my weapon or kill anyone and my close friends didnt die on me.. so how can I have PTSD from the war. I had to ask my buddies if we went through a lot, cause I cant tell myself. Other troops went through so much more. Maybe I need to go back and experience more? Maybe Im soft? But I wasnt soft out there.. I was charged up.. ready for anything.. I wanted more. The rage fit the situation but its destroying me out here.
My therapist said I got PTSD from childhood trauma too but I think I dealt with it good up until my deployment. I was a great guy. I was everything I wanted to be.. but I lost that. Havent been able to get him back for the life of me... more reason to go back to the warzone.
Its really f*cked..
I stopped drinkin and druggin and going to AA which helps a little.. and Im active in the VA system..
As far as life without the service...
Only thing that gives me a glimpse of hope is my music.. I call it my link back to the world. My music hasnt been completely infiltrated by the apathy and inability to love. It was only partially infiltrated. Anytime I try a relationship or gainful employment, this little voice in my head (that seems to be stronger than me) tells me, "you know you cant keep this up; you know this is meaningless; this doesnt mean anything to you; you need to go back to war where you belong". Another voice tells me I need to end the chapter (die honorably). I fight with these until the relationship or job attempt is out the window and I become suicidal...
I dont have a recurring nightmare but my nightmares have a recurring theme.. Always seems like hundreds of mortars and rockets.. me dodging them.. people blowing up around me.. and I have no way of defending myself... I give up
Even very creative dreams of monsters that manifest out of sand and try to kill me and even if I manage to break them apart, they still come right back together and come back at me...that started after sessions where I mentioned that I feel the desert is still trying to kill me... go figure..
Im sorry to write so much. I feel like I could go on for days. Definitely cant sleep now... its like I stirred up a pot full of boiling shit and now the whole house reeks of it.
I just want the episodes to go away.. I wanna be normal again. I honestly feel like this is gonna kill If I dont fix it.
Now Ill go post some more shit...
Im not sure where to start...
Im here because I had another episode tonight which led to some hopelessness/homicidal rage/suicidal ideation etc.. aside from the usual insomnia..
I only did one tour. I was a field wireman in the Marine reserves. I hated comm but was put where the Marine Corps needed me. I was a 6th Comm Marine based out of Ammityville Long Island, voluntered for my first tour, got attached to comm co based out of Camp Pendleton, San Diego..fun times. I served in the Anbar province (Al Taqaddum and Habbaniya mainly) from 2006-2007.
The morale in our unit on base was extremely low, so I really appreciated leaving the wire to work my ass off. Our job was to dig trenches and run cable. Lmao.. When they told us in training that we would be running cable, I never thought we would literally RUN with the freqin cable.. its so hilarious when I think about it. These areas we ran through were known for sniper attacks. We used to hear stories state side of the casualties and alot more when we got there. We got pretty complacent until we started taking shots.. but they were sneaky cause they wouldn't take shots when we were all together. They took em when we were isolated in 1s, 2s and 3s. I began to appreciate the training because I understood why they made us pull targets on the range (as opposed to a machine). Maybe so we could hear how shots sounded when they popped over our heads (it all started to make sense). Luckily noone in our platoon got hit, but quite a few IAs did. I had this eerie feeling that I was always being watched out there... Like I was in someone's sites... that paranoia follows me wherever I go now... Im sorry for writing so much..
Other than that, I remember seeing mortars fly over my head and hearing explosions around the clock... didnt wanna wear the flak..didnt wanna go home a torso. They scared me shitless at first, but when I stopped caring, I think I started to welcome it in a weird way. It made the miserable job interesting. I caught myself laughing once when they flew over my head... that scared me.. that inappropriate laughter.
Go to SSTP and they got their hands full.. blood everywhere.. bodies missing limbs.. unrecognizable.. I felt like I shrunk...like I became very small when I saw them and asked doc if they were gonna be ok..
I remember laughing at dead insurgents... I remember IED graveyards.. I remember the sky lighting up.. I remember that amped up feeling on convoys.. blown up buildings.. escalation of force almost getting us killed..cars in the road played tetris to get out our way.. suspicious vehicle left..suspicious persons right... suspicious blabla bla.. unknown gunfire keep moving push through etc. I remember scenes that gave me the impression.. I am in hell.. this is what hell looks like...
I wanna go home... now all I could think about is going back
I am 100% convinced that I died out there.. that feeling came over me maybe a month before we went home.. I feel like Im gonna die out here.. that I could only operate in a warzone.. but I cant go back because I got in trouble after I came home.. drug use. But I feel like I gotta go back somehow even if I might not make it home.. but Im dead if I stay here. Damned if I do and damned if I dont I guess.
I feel ashamed because I didnt use my weapon or kill anyone and my close friends didnt die on me.. so how can I have PTSD from the war. I had to ask my buddies if we went through a lot, cause I cant tell myself. Other troops went through so much more. Maybe I need to go back and experience more? Maybe Im soft? But I wasnt soft out there.. I was charged up.. ready for anything.. I wanted more. The rage fit the situation but its destroying me out here.
My therapist said I got PTSD from childhood trauma too but I think I dealt with it good up until my deployment. I was a great guy. I was everything I wanted to be.. but I lost that. Havent been able to get him back for the life of me... more reason to go back to the warzone.
Its really f*cked..
I stopped drinkin and druggin and going to AA which helps a little.. and Im active in the VA system..
As far as life without the service...
Only thing that gives me a glimpse of hope is my music.. I call it my link back to the world. My music hasnt been completely infiltrated by the apathy and inability to love. It was only partially infiltrated. Anytime I try a relationship or gainful employment, this little voice in my head (that seems to be stronger than me) tells me, "you know you cant keep this up; you know this is meaningless; this doesnt mean anything to you; you need to go back to war where you belong". Another voice tells me I need to end the chapter (die honorably). I fight with these until the relationship or job attempt is out the window and I become suicidal...
I dont have a recurring nightmare but my nightmares have a recurring theme.. Always seems like hundreds of mortars and rockets.. me dodging them.. people blowing up around me.. and I have no way of defending myself... I give up
Even very creative dreams of monsters that manifest out of sand and try to kill me and even if I manage to break them apart, they still come right back together and come back at me...that started after sessions where I mentioned that I feel the desert is still trying to kill me... go figure..
Im sorry to write so much. I feel like I could go on for days. Definitely cant sleep now... its like I stirred up a pot full of boiling shit and now the whole house reeks of it.
I just want the episodes to go away.. I wanna be normal again. I honestly feel like this is gonna kill If I dont fix it.
Now Ill go post some more shit...