I am an Iraq vet living in north Idaho. I still don't know how to come off the high of those slow motion moments of perfect human performance in the thick of a raging firefight. I go in and out of bad times, wanting to tear myself out of my own body, wanting to go back for more killing and death, wanting to die over there and wondering what the hell I am supposed to do, living my life surrounded by a bunch of nasty civilians who think life is all about
looking sexy and leasing an expensive car. I get to feeling very isolated and want to explode. I am trying to tone this down by about 90%.
That's me, I'm lost. I believe there has to be some solution for the rest of life. I don't want to hear anymore about breathing techniques.
Does anyone else feel this way? Is there some kind of outlet that you have found?
looking sexy and leasing an expensive car. I get to feeling very isolated and want to explode. I am trying to tone this down by about 90%.
That's me, I'm lost. I believe there has to be some solution for the rest of life. I don't want to hear anymore about breathing techniques.
Does anyone else feel this way? Is there some kind of outlet that you have found?