I was excited about the prospect of deploying again. The unit was spinning up as I checked in. It was long nights, exhausting days; 6, sometimes seven days a week, working 18 or more hours...
We separated for about 6 months. My wife and children went out to Colorado to live with friends, while I packed up my meager possessions I had left and PCS’d (Permanent Change of Station) to...
"Glad we cleared this up. Don’t worry, I won’t ever be back, so I won’t waste anymore of your time, and you won’t waste any of mine.” To which I got up, walked out of...
...two therapists later, with no good answers, and a severe lack of trust in the mental health profession as a whole. So how did I get here? I’m here, now what?...
For many years I felt God had left me, wasn’t on my side, or just wasn’t there at all. The drinking filled the void or so I told myself as I masked the pain, confusion,...