Drop me in a combat zone with a rifle and I’ll be just fine. That’s not courageous for me. What’s courageous is facing your feelings after you get home. I’ve only just begun this journey. I’ve confessed some of my deepest darkest secrets on this blog. My character defects and circumstances are a very transparent part of me. Now that I’m in recovery I’ve learned to own them. I’ve learned my story isn’t just for me, it’s for you too.
There’s just this little thing gnawing at me. This little thing is called PTSD.