The newbie
Hello, all. I'm James. I joined the military at 17 with parental consent, did basic and AIT, then went to FT. Stewart, Ga., the home of the Army's 3rd Inf Div (M) and got ready to go to Bosnia. I was in a foreign country for almost every birthday up until last year, when I decided not to re-enlist because I was tired of going to Iraq. I have been to Iraq 4 times since 2001, and can't stand to see the place again. All told, I have been deployed 9 times since 1995. I was also having some mental issues, mainly anger for no reason, and a new fondness for alcohol. Because of my own stubborn pride and refusal to ask for help (I'm a man, and not very willing to say I have a problem) I almost lost everything important to me. I promised my wife that I would at least try to do something to fix things. I went to the local VA hospital, and all they seemed to want to do is medicate me heavily, or lock me into an institution. Neither of these options seemed to me like help, just a way to cover up a problem. I don't want to shovel dirt over the issue and bury it, I want to figure out how to repair what is broken. My wife has asked me to figure out a way to get help for my problem, and I don't want to drug myself into a brain dead stupor. The couple of times I have spoken to the shrink, he acts like he is almost ignoring me, then prescribes Citalopram Hydrobromide to help me sleep, and Tramadol for the headaches (Does anyone else here have the headaches?) The Citalopram only makes me sleep like a zombie, and I wake up nauseous. The Tramadol makes me dopey and clumsy, but it does make my head stop hurting for a while, which makes me less angry, or maybe makes me deal better with the anger.
When I first came home, I poured every thing I had into building a project car. All the anger, fear, hate, love, and every other emotion I could feel. After two or three months, the project build stopped helping, so I got rid of the car. Then I tried one more time after that to use an outside distraction to help me forget things, or just to work myself to exhaustion. I have a lot of nights where sleep will not come, and some days where I just can not wake up. I can't go shopping at Christmas time, and shopping at any other time of year is a stressful affair. I'm not even able to go to a movie theater and enjoy a show because the crowds make me so nervous that I worry about having a flashback, or other episode. I have had episodes of rage that I can't explain to anyone, not even myself. I will flip out and break things, then a few minutes later, after calming down, will feel horrible and apologize profusely.
I'm hoping that by learning more about PTSD, I will be able to teach myself to control it, at least. If I'm unable to cure it, hopefully I can learn to recognize the signs and ways to prevent episodes. I have been all over the world, scared to death more times than I could ever count, and always came out virtually unharmed, at least physically. I'm starting to see the injuries that I didn't feel at the time, and don't know how to close the wounds.
Hello, all. I'm James. I joined the military at 17 with parental consent, did basic and AIT, then went to FT. Stewart, Ga., the home of the Army's 3rd Inf Div (M) and got ready to go to Bosnia. I was in a foreign country for almost every birthday up until last year, when I decided not to re-enlist because I was tired of going to Iraq. I have been to Iraq 4 times since 2001, and can't stand to see the place again. All told, I have been deployed 9 times since 1995. I was also having some mental issues, mainly anger for no reason, and a new fondness for alcohol. Because of my own stubborn pride and refusal to ask for help (I'm a man, and not very willing to say I have a problem) I almost lost everything important to me. I promised my wife that I would at least try to do something to fix things. I went to the local VA hospital, and all they seemed to want to do is medicate me heavily, or lock me into an institution. Neither of these options seemed to me like help, just a way to cover up a problem. I don't want to shovel dirt over the issue and bury it, I want to figure out how to repair what is broken. My wife has asked me to figure out a way to get help for my problem, and I don't want to drug myself into a brain dead stupor. The couple of times I have spoken to the shrink, he acts like he is almost ignoring me, then prescribes Citalopram Hydrobromide to help me sleep, and Tramadol for the headaches (Does anyone else here have the headaches?) The Citalopram only makes me sleep like a zombie, and I wake up nauseous. The Tramadol makes me dopey and clumsy, but it does make my head stop hurting for a while, which makes me less angry, or maybe makes me deal better with the anger.
When I first came home, I poured every thing I had into building a project car. All the anger, fear, hate, love, and every other emotion I could feel. After two or three months, the project build stopped helping, so I got rid of the car. Then I tried one more time after that to use an outside distraction to help me forget things, or just to work myself to exhaustion. I have a lot of nights where sleep will not come, and some days where I just can not wake up. I can't go shopping at Christmas time, and shopping at any other time of year is a stressful affair. I'm not even able to go to a movie theater and enjoy a show because the crowds make me so nervous that I worry about having a flashback, or other episode. I have had episodes of rage that I can't explain to anyone, not even myself. I will flip out and break things, then a few minutes later, after calming down, will feel horrible and apologize profusely.
I'm hoping that by learning more about PTSD, I will be able to teach myself to control it, at least. If I'm unable to cure it, hopefully I can learn to recognize the signs and ways to prevent episodes. I have been all over the world, scared to death more times than I could ever count, and always came out virtually unharmed, at least physically. I'm starting to see the injuries that I didn't feel at the time, and don't know how to close the wounds.