Jun 13, 2021
Yellow nails on "B.," a combat veteran 🐝🎖👌🏾 (Link is for the ankh ring she was advertising ☥) #TheJumaBrand
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Yellow nails on "B.," a combat veteran 🐝🎖👌🏾 (Link is for the ankh ring she was advertising ☥) #TheJumaBrand
Every night of my life, I watch angels fall from the sky. Every time that the sun still sets, I pray they don't take mine.
Shinedown
Therapist confession- Had to go to the VA today. Being surrounded by joes, older men, etc., is one of my “triggers” if I’m going to use that word in any sense. I literally walk in, head down, avoiding eye contact, trying to get in and out as soon as possible. Then I go to work, and pretend like I’ve got everything under control. PTSD is a motherfucker.
tumblr saw fit to show me a post containing several angry rants against the U.S. military saying I deserve my PTSD ‘and worse’ for being an ‘abuser’ and I forget what else, something something ‘deserve no sympathy’ something about how much they hate the military. which wasn’t great for my mood.
this is a great war blog so I’m not going to go into foreign policy or what’s right and what’s wrong, even if I wanted to. it’s just disspiriting, especially when the people who hate you have probably never been in a war zone or had to make any of those kinds of calls.
but if it’s any consolation, OP, I won’t sleep well tonight, or the night after or the night after. I never do.
This is what I struggle with, more than having seen a dead body or hearing something flying overhead. It’s that gnawing thought in the back of your head that you were involved in something terrible, that whether you pulled that trigger or not, you were an accomplice. That you were involved in something that fundamentallly goes against everything you believe.
How does one go back, integrate into society, and smile as if nothing is wrong? When someone says “thanks for your service”, and outwardly you smile, but internally cringe with disgust, how do you deal with that?