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Buckle in. This ones personal.
I really thought I was on my way to figuring out how to truly live again.
So long in conditions like mine and you do so much damage to yourself and your surroundings, like relationships and prospective friendships etc...you brood for so long in it that it just becomes this fuzzy blanket you have to wear around your heart and mind.
Combat Trauma did that... but also, emasculation from the wrong kinds of women when I tried to move on from my divorce, years and I MEAN YEARS of isolation and unmet needs in many areas of life, and misguidance of people that took advantage of my vulnerabilities I experienced when I was honorably discharged...among other things.
The world bothers me man. I am not at peace like I yearn to be. I am damned desperate for it at this point. I'm skipping church regularly again, I feel lethargic and don't want to return and be around anyone...
I haven't been able to truly sleep for the past 5 days. Maybe 6 hours of sleep or so if that..and it wasnt restful or deep. I don't get that priviledge in my condition.
I spent 4 hours just yelling at my screen. Pure stuipidity on a global scale is what I see. No food in the fridge, no meats in the freezer, a few packets of maruchan, some lab manufactured campbells and progresso..i think 1 opened half eaten pack of linguine and a mini pharmacy of prescribed bigtamins, migraine and pain meds, ssris, muscle relaxers, and gut meds..
I don't work anymore. I have tried to, even through my TDIU status. Funny as a disabled veteran my experience out of the military has alwasy been negative and I am usually seen as less than to those I persue or try to be friends with. For so long I am starting to truly believe it...and its killing my soul. I dont even really kjnhow what it feels like to be truly loved by a faithful, loyal woman if at all..not even my marriage was like this.
Haunted by a hunger for hatred some days, taunted by the same sand worms that we fought against in Iraq and Afghanistan, on our own fucking soil...blanketed with crippling financial ruin from the responsibility I took on after my divorce so my children wouldn't hurt...which failed..
I'm doing my best. I'm trying and I show up SOMEWHERE each day even if it's here, or to just help my daughter get to and from places.
I'm losing much more momentum than I care to be.
I don't know why I am writing it here and and I don't know why I felt this was a good idea... but I'm just not good anymore.
I'm transforming into someone I don't like and it's beyond my control.
A silent, deafening scream in my mind that is perpetual, and only I can hear it.
Thanks for reading if you did.
This is what broken looks like in my world...and it's only the tip of the iceberg.
It's rough out here alone.
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