Efficiency; it's what I adore in most aspects of my life, especially when it comes to my profession.
You all come in every shape and size, gender and sexual orientation.
What I've come to understand about the majority of vets is this: The majority of you aren't monsters, nor are you ticking time bombs waiting to explode. Most of you just want someone to talk to, and for someone to listen.
I can understand how difficult it is to adjust to civilian life, and I don't blame you.
The scars that war has carved into all of you I can imagine will not ever go away; either it stays with you or you learn to return to a sense of "normalcy" by making routines for yourselves and for that I'm relieved.
It is my personal belief that human beings are mostly innocent. It's until you see a man die, seeing what weaponry can do to a considerable amount of people, childhood trauma - etc is when your eyes and perspectives on life are different from others - mine included.
I'm also aware that most veterans in this current war coming home, have a bit of a dark sense of humor and that's okay; I do too.
I have a general idea that the majority of vets have lost what they cannot ever replace - and for the fallen I cannot muster the words to thank them, and humbly hope they've found safe passage to the other side.
I'm proud to say that I was raised by an officer, and even more proud of my boyfriend. PFC and in the 32nd. Razor sharp; HOOAH. Much like how I was as a child and waited for my father to return home, I will proudly stand by his side until the day I die. I lived with the uniform, and I will gladly die with it.
I was once told a couple years back by an ex of mine that I'm as delicate as kevlar body armor. Win.
I've posted this before I know, I saw myself do it; I'm a state licensed and nationally certified massage therapist. I hope to continue to help vets as I have done in the past. As invasive and as unnerving as my profession can be sometimes; if I can help you feel better or relieve muscular pain; to me that's never anything to scoff at.
Since the lot of you share your own war stories; your own story of survival. It's time I shared mine. I would like all of you to keep in mind, that I am fully aware that there are more horrible things that have happened than my own personal experience.
When I was six years old, I was strangled by a girl whom lived down the street from me. While I was blacked-out I can remember vaguely seeing Death. He told me it wasn't my time.
After that I was molested for a few years by my…Continue
Depression has always been something that has affected me my whole life. The exhaustion that others feel when they do their best to help me back up on my feet; I have later felt that in turn in this life.
But while I date my soldier, and while he has met this rough patch in his life right now; he won't speak to me much. While he and I usually get along fine, that we hardly fight, he never speaks of his own feelings.
I understand that "Oh he's a guy." That isn't an excuse in my…Continue
To the Combat, and Retired from Service Military Veterans,
A simple "Happy Veterans Day" I feel does not completely cover the sentiments I have every year on this day.
First and foremost, I would like to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for so many years of having the expectation that each and every one of you will return home from the war "completely okay." While I know that each and every one of you is strong enough to push through, every one of you in your own right have made a…Continue