You know that feeling after you finish a series of books? Or when you finish a really amazing TV show?
That feeling of wistfulness. Feeling like you have no idea what you’re going to do next?
Multiply that feeling by 1000.
When i came home, the world had changed. I was gone for more than a year, and in that time i went from thinking the Sidekick was the most amazing phone to buying an iphone.
Imagine missing everything that happened at home for a year.
It was so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that life kept going while i was gone. A year is a long time to be deployed. It’s even longer for those we love to be without us.
I came home and spent my days begging for something to happen. I lived an adrenaline filled rush for more than a year and came home to an apartment and a cat and nothing else.
What do you do with yourself after you’ve been on an adventure?
So many of us have died because we don’t know how to come home.
I haven’t been able to hold down a steady job for more than a few months since i came home. I’ve been unable to commit myself to anything. I avoid treatment because of my anxiety.
I didn’t have someone teaching me how to be a civilian when i came home. I still don’t have it right. I’m so lost.
I’m broke and sick. Sad and broken.
I don’t have the money to fix me. And i can’t make money till i fix this.
How is it that so many politicians say they support the troops and yet, i feel abandoned?