I was a SGT in the U.S. ARMY, I served as an Airborne Infantryman in the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat team, 1/503 Attack Co. I was deployed to "the Stan" in OEF 7&8. I've seen it all, been there done that, now I am just having a very hard time coping and finding a new way. I was Medically retired about 18 months ago for physical injuries i suffered in Afghanistan, I have also been diagnosed with PTSD. Im currently getting 80% disability.
I don't know if this is just a cry for help or what but I am falling off the wagon again.... It almost killed me last time. I am down to two emotions, very depressed, and angry. I have and 19 month old son, who most days is just the only thing that keeps me going. My wife and I cant get on the same page with anything. That is a whole other bag of issues. The VA is just making things worse, every-time I go in I get a new counselor, and have to start over. It brings everything back up. Meds don't work at all. I have always been a good person, and the definition of Integrity. Everyday I contemplate leaving, My son would not stand a chance in this world. I just want to pack a ruck, grab the rifle, and start walking to Alaska. (Knowing full well I would never make it). I just want the entire world to leave me alone at this point. I understand that I will never be the same, but i just want to be happy. It seems impossible. I never leave my house. The only friends I have were guys from my squad, whom are scattered across the country. I have isolated myself from the world and it still isn't enough. I don't know where I am going with this, but thanks for spending the time to read it. SGT Boomer OUT!
P.S. I apologize for my rambling
I don't know if this is just a cry for help or what but I am falling off the wagon again.... It almost killed me last time. I am down to two emotions, very depressed, and angry. I have and 19 month old son, who most days is just the only thing that keeps me going. My wife and I cant get on the same page with anything. That is a whole other bag of issues. The VA is just making things worse, every-time I go in I get a new counselor, and have to start over. It brings everything back up. Meds don't work at all. I have always been a good person, and the definition of Integrity. Everyday I contemplate leaving, My son would not stand a chance in this world. I just want to pack a ruck, grab the rifle, and start walking to Alaska. (Knowing full well I would never make it). I just want the entire world to leave me alone at this point. I understand that I will never be the same, but i just want to be happy. It seems impossible. I never leave my house. The only friends I have were guys from my squad, whom are scattered across the country. I have isolated myself from the world and it still isn't enough. I don't know where I am going with this, but thanks for spending the time to read it. SGT Boomer OUT!
P.S. I apologize for my rambling