I don't know where to start.
I wait till everyone has gone to bed. Then I pour myself drinks.
I have no sexual desire to be with my wife.
I'm only comfortable when my pistol is within reach.
Sometimes, I do a functions check...even chamber a round just to do it. When I feel the round slip into the chamber, it feels relieving. I then clear and lock the weapon...wtf was I thinking?
Less than three months ago, I was lauded as a hero among citizens. Today, I don't know. I'm a sub human piece of shit who can barely face himself in the mirror.
I've had a few drinks so I'm not going to try and elaborate too deeply. I know my perception is impaired and my judgment altered.
It's weird. I was never in a fire fight. I've never killed anyone. Yet, I've been to multiple combat deployments and every time I come home...it's expected. "Who did you kill"; "Did you shoot anyone?"; "Did you get any of those ****ers for me?"; "Did you get hit?"...... No. None of that. So what am I?
I didn't have the luxury of choosing my battles. They were chosen for me. I never pictured myself as someone who deserved special recognition for actions performed in combat. Quite the opposite. I prefer to put other (more deserving) soldiers forward to receive props.
Nonetheless, my country called me to go to "war". I went. I followed orders. I did my duty. I returned home.
Yet here I am...wondering just what the **** I'm supposed to be.
I hate this...I'm supposed to be the leader. The one people look to. I feel like the exact opposite.
My wife, God bless her, has endured so much. 2 deployments. Multiple separations. Still. She sees me as the center of her world. I feel like a black hole.
I am a master of deception. I put up this front and project the man everyone perceives to be "large and in charge." God if they only knew the truth.
Financially, we're now on the ropes. I returned home to discover massive pay cut. My wife had quit her job to pursue full-time real estate. Seemed like a good idea at the time but the real estate market went town the toilet and, subsequently so did our savings to make ends meet. We've hemorrhaged everything just to pay bills.
My job, where I make less than 45% of the average person in my same position, has consistently justified my pathetic salary by claiming my military deployments have prevented me from receiving a proper "performance evaluation", and therefore they cannot fairly evaluate and promote me against other peers. "It's not fair to promote you," I was told, despite the fact I have faithfully given them 110% for the past 13 years.
The critical punch came when I spoke to my Manager, a Former Marine (like me), whom I thought would understand. He said, "You need to decide which is more important, your commitment to the guard or your career here at [my employer]."
My heart broke, no...it ****ing shattered. All these years I thought my employer would support my sacrifice to the safety and security of this Nation. I was wrong.
So, my promotion was nixed. In fact, my salary was cut due to increased co-payments and insurance premiums. My monthly deductions went from a couple hundred dollars a month to nearly 1 grand. Financially...I'm doomed.
We've now resorted to taking cash advances from our credit cards to pay the bills (mainly the mortgage). We know this won't last.
So here I am. Staring at the oncoming train that is about to collide with everything we have worked so hard to achieve. To make maters worse, the economy is plummeting deeper into despair. I cannot get a second job to save my life.
I now find myself fantasizing about suicide. I think about where I'll go. The note I'll leave. Will I shoot myself in the head or through the chest. I actually weigh out the possibility that my family may want an open casket funeral. Will I even want to be seen after such a cowardice act?
Is it cowardice? My family is on the verge of complete financial desolation. My life insurance would more than cover all out outstanding debts and secure a financial future for them. What is more selfish...staying alive to prolong this misery and see everything I love dissolve into dust, or lay down my life to ensure they have a home and financial security?
God I don't want to die. I know HE doesn't want me to either. I try to remain calm and faithful that things will work out. It's hard. Very hard.
So what the **** am I? Is this PTSD? Is this normal?? God Damn I feel like some kind of candy assed piece of shit. I've seen and know people who have endured extreme challenges that far surpass my own. Yet...still I struggle. Still I seek a solution that remains ever-elusive.
I guess you could say I am reaching out. This is the first time I've done anything like this.
I'm anxious. I'm angry. I'm frustrated. I'm scared. I used to never be like this.
What the hell has happened to me?!?
I wait till everyone has gone to bed. Then I pour myself drinks.
I have no sexual desire to be with my wife.
I'm only comfortable when my pistol is within reach.
Sometimes, I do a functions check...even chamber a round just to do it. When I feel the round slip into the chamber, it feels relieving. I then clear and lock the weapon...wtf was I thinking?
Less than three months ago, I was lauded as a hero among citizens. Today, I don't know. I'm a sub human piece of shit who can barely face himself in the mirror.
I've had a few drinks so I'm not going to try and elaborate too deeply. I know my perception is impaired and my judgment altered.
It's weird. I was never in a fire fight. I've never killed anyone. Yet, I've been to multiple combat deployments and every time I come home...it's expected. "Who did you kill"; "Did you shoot anyone?"; "Did you get any of those ****ers for me?"; "Did you get hit?"...... No. None of that. So what am I?
I didn't have the luxury of choosing my battles. They were chosen for me. I never pictured myself as someone who deserved special recognition for actions performed in combat. Quite the opposite. I prefer to put other (more deserving) soldiers forward to receive props.
Nonetheless, my country called me to go to "war". I went. I followed orders. I did my duty. I returned home.
Yet here I am...wondering just what the **** I'm supposed to be.
I hate this...I'm supposed to be the leader. The one people look to. I feel like the exact opposite.
My wife, God bless her, has endured so much. 2 deployments. Multiple separations. Still. She sees me as the center of her world. I feel like a black hole.
I am a master of deception. I put up this front and project the man everyone perceives to be "large and in charge." God if they only knew the truth.
Financially, we're now on the ropes. I returned home to discover massive pay cut. My wife had quit her job to pursue full-time real estate. Seemed like a good idea at the time but the real estate market went town the toilet and, subsequently so did our savings to make ends meet. We've hemorrhaged everything just to pay bills.
My job, where I make less than 45% of the average person in my same position, has consistently justified my pathetic salary by claiming my military deployments have prevented me from receiving a proper "performance evaluation", and therefore they cannot fairly evaluate and promote me against other peers. "It's not fair to promote you," I was told, despite the fact I have faithfully given them 110% for the past 13 years.
The critical punch came when I spoke to my Manager, a Former Marine (like me), whom I thought would understand. He said, "You need to decide which is more important, your commitment to the guard or your career here at [my employer]."
My heart broke, no...it ****ing shattered. All these years I thought my employer would support my sacrifice to the safety and security of this Nation. I was wrong.
So, my promotion was nixed. In fact, my salary was cut due to increased co-payments and insurance premiums. My monthly deductions went from a couple hundred dollars a month to nearly 1 grand. Financially...I'm doomed.
We've now resorted to taking cash advances from our credit cards to pay the bills (mainly the mortgage). We know this won't last.
So here I am. Staring at the oncoming train that is about to collide with everything we have worked so hard to achieve. To make maters worse, the economy is plummeting deeper into despair. I cannot get a second job to save my life.
I now find myself fantasizing about suicide. I think about where I'll go. The note I'll leave. Will I shoot myself in the head or through the chest. I actually weigh out the possibility that my family may want an open casket funeral. Will I even want to be seen after such a cowardice act?
Is it cowardice? My family is on the verge of complete financial desolation. My life insurance would more than cover all out outstanding debts and secure a financial future for them. What is more selfish...staying alive to prolong this misery and see everything I love dissolve into dust, or lay down my life to ensure they have a home and financial security?
God I don't want to die. I know HE doesn't want me to either. I try to remain calm and faithful that things will work out. It's hard. Very hard.
So what the **** am I? Is this PTSD? Is this normal?? God Damn I feel like some kind of candy assed piece of shit. I've seen and know people who have endured extreme challenges that far surpass my own. Yet...still I struggle. Still I seek a solution that remains ever-elusive.
I guess you could say I am reaching out. This is the first time I've done anything like this.
I'm anxious. I'm angry. I'm frustrated. I'm scared. I used to never be like this.
What the hell has happened to me?!?