Buck Compton
New Here
It has been 6 years since i was an active duty combat Infantrymen deployed to OIF2. I joined the Army after 911 to do "something different" and to "make my family proud" to get money for college (which i have never attended). Thinking the Army would be "fun" and "like a video game", i wanted a job where i wouldn't sit around all the time, so my local recruiter convinced me that the infantry was the job for me. I remember feeling like i made a HUGE mistake the second I stepped off the bus at basic training, and from that moment until the moment i received my DD214 i hated every second of my military experience. In retrospect however i cannot say that it was all bad, some of the things that i now realize are good for me were: the friends i made, the growing up i did, the money i made, some of the places i saw, some of the pride it brought me.
However, the negative effects that my service to this "great nation" have brought me are overwhelming. After i was let free from the bonds of my service, i was having trouble sleeping, and had a poor overall mood, and could not enjoy the things i used 2, Alcohol and Marijuana were my best friends.. I would sit in my apartment and watch old war movies, do drugs, build relationships with people that would end up going nowhere, and hurt everyone around me with my words and actions, My family became very distant toward me, and i toward them. After reluctantly seeking help from the mental health professionals at my local VAMC i was diagnosed with PTSD that i was in severe denial about for a long time, and since then i have had a pluthra of diagnoses that i do not agree with (except panic disorder), and that i know are false, either do to false reporting on my part, or to the negligence of mental health practitioners.
The words of the Meatloaf song "life is a lemon" come to mind, I feel like i will never get better.. Why the heck didn't i see this coming?? Why the heck didn't i just quit while i had the chance? I cant get the thoughts of the people i saw wounded, or dead out of my mind, or the feeling that i am going to die at a young age. Every time i go out in public (not often) i feel like i am in danger of something, though i know i am not. Sentimental emotions seem to be distant for me, Love, compassion, kindness, all seem to be distant memories to me.. The only time i can cry now is when someone probes me about the guilt i feel toward my war time experiences, or when my therapist probes me about traumatic events that i have suffered through. I have done SO much reading about PTSD and i know that my case is very "typical", and if this is the case then why the heck do i confuse so many doctors? Why the hell wont this f*cking thing go away??? No one seems to fully understand what i am going through, my family, my friends, no one... i feel so alone and sub human it is unreal... sometimes the depression and anxiety are so thick that i don't even want to exist anymore, thoughts such as "non existence would be better than this existence" find their way into my head and rest there uncomfortably causing me extreme anxiety, depression, and hypochondria.. it seems to be a never ending cycle of bullshit that i cant escape from.
My girlfriend is pregnant now with my first child, (her third). My fears are now steering toward my potential inability to be a loving father, or to feel compassion for a young child... i know that if this occurs i will feel like a total monster... i am really at my ropes end..
i wish i never saw the things i did, i used to love horror movies and video games, but now they all remind me of traumatic things that i witnessed as a younger man... i cant enjoy anything anymore and the quality of my life is getting worse than i ever thought it could.. it has come to the point where i have 0 friends now, and my girlfriend is the only person who i spend any time with.. i am so alone and in pain.. but i wont give up, i cannot do that to my unborn baby.. but my god the depression is palpable, Medication doesnt help, talking about it does... but there is a shortage of folks who will listen, or folks who will not judge me.. and if you have made it this far in my statement than i thank you for listening.. please talk to me, give me words of encouragement, tell me that its going to be ok... tell me anything..
here are some of the traumas that i experienced.. (constant danger in a war zone, explosions near me, seeing wounded and dead people, seeing children dying, being shot at, having friends die)
However, the negative effects that my service to this "great nation" have brought me are overwhelming. After i was let free from the bonds of my service, i was having trouble sleeping, and had a poor overall mood, and could not enjoy the things i used 2, Alcohol and Marijuana were my best friends.. I would sit in my apartment and watch old war movies, do drugs, build relationships with people that would end up going nowhere, and hurt everyone around me with my words and actions, My family became very distant toward me, and i toward them. After reluctantly seeking help from the mental health professionals at my local VAMC i was diagnosed with PTSD that i was in severe denial about for a long time, and since then i have had a pluthra of diagnoses that i do not agree with (except panic disorder), and that i know are false, either do to false reporting on my part, or to the negligence of mental health practitioners.
The words of the Meatloaf song "life is a lemon" come to mind, I feel like i will never get better.. Why the heck didn't i see this coming?? Why the heck didn't i just quit while i had the chance? I cant get the thoughts of the people i saw wounded, or dead out of my mind, or the feeling that i am going to die at a young age. Every time i go out in public (not often) i feel like i am in danger of something, though i know i am not. Sentimental emotions seem to be distant for me, Love, compassion, kindness, all seem to be distant memories to me.. The only time i can cry now is when someone probes me about the guilt i feel toward my war time experiences, or when my therapist probes me about traumatic events that i have suffered through. I have done SO much reading about PTSD and i know that my case is very "typical", and if this is the case then why the heck do i confuse so many doctors? Why the hell wont this f*cking thing go away??? No one seems to fully understand what i am going through, my family, my friends, no one... i feel so alone and sub human it is unreal... sometimes the depression and anxiety are so thick that i don't even want to exist anymore, thoughts such as "non existence would be better than this existence" find their way into my head and rest there uncomfortably causing me extreme anxiety, depression, and hypochondria.. it seems to be a never ending cycle of bullshit that i cant escape from.
My girlfriend is pregnant now with my first child, (her third). My fears are now steering toward my potential inability to be a loving father, or to feel compassion for a young child... i know that if this occurs i will feel like a total monster... i am really at my ropes end..
i wish i never saw the things i did, i used to love horror movies and video games, but now they all remind me of traumatic things that i witnessed as a younger man... i cant enjoy anything anymore and the quality of my life is getting worse than i ever thought it could.. it has come to the point where i have 0 friends now, and my girlfriend is the only person who i spend any time with.. i am so alone and in pain.. but i wont give up, i cannot do that to my unborn baby.. but my god the depression is palpable, Medication doesnt help, talking about it does... but there is a shortage of folks who will listen, or folks who will not judge me.. and if you have made it this far in my statement than i thank you for listening.. please talk to me, give me words of encouragement, tell me that its going to be ok... tell me anything..
here are some of the traumas that i experienced.. (constant danger in a war zone, explosions near me, seeing wounded and dead people, seeing children dying, being shot at, having friends die)