I wandered upon photos of my combat trauma course and memories just came flooding that I didn’t know how to handle. I’m okay now, but if this helps you or someone else (whether you’re a vet or childhood trauma survivor):
These words were said to me in some form By private counseling and the VA:
You are not a Victim
You are a survivor
What person goes through this world unscathed?
We’re here. Reach out.
My thoughts right now:
It doesn’t mean I don’t just really wish God could Just Let Me Forget, but I felt Him and my brother (who died last year unexpectedly) say, “Kid this is life; you’ll be okay, just hang on”.
My big brother protected me when I was a kid and used to call me, “kid”. BTW- Prozac/Wellbutrin starting to work (side effects still a bit of a bitch/ day 5 since Prozac added).
Hey, thank you for listening! I’m feeling better and will cut out the caffeine (it’s probably one of the reasons I got so emotional). Whether you know it or not, you’re in my prayers too!!!!!!