Good analogy mate. I can always see awful, but want to see normal; I think society sees normal in me most of the time. I hide it well, but sometimes I'm Dying inside.
I am scared of not working. I have a young family, but I think I'm on my way to an eaEly grave at this rate. I've picked a busy profession.
So I deny the beast full authority and smoke weed to numb the pain. I've been smoking it randomly still, just nowhere near as much and not for the last month, so I'm a liar too a proper drug addict.
I spent a month truly clean and was done in by the end of it. I need prescription meds and I need to Stick to them. But then I have to truly admit the beast is here for life. I have not filled for any compensation, war pension whatever; stigma and fully accepting the beast getting in the way.
I spoke to a solicitor the other day, which ruined me physically and mentally, to see if they can help me as I'm never going to do it otherwise. I'm alive, I shouldn't claim, should I? The real answer is yes I should. I was involved in a huge f*ck up whilst training on tour, in my first week, then had to go to Sangin for a bit and that was f*cking mind games. But I'm alive, I should be grateful, I should now thrive.
I have a fantastic wife and two cracking kids, I should keep my chin up and get on with life; which can't be fully done without huge adaptations for the beast, and that means aaccepting the beast.
f*ck knows my fellow Vets. Looks like I go back to the doctor and back to the psych. I am currently owned by the beast. Numbness has ruined me.
I have quite a decent understanding of people, human development, loss, etc because I'm going to graduate next year as a social worker, the course has been difficult for me due to the subject matter, but perhaps a catalyst to my realisation of my ptsd right now. Some of you Nam guys have spent aalmost a lifetime of anger, anxiety, sleep dep....
I think I know what I have to do.