Road Trip (Oklahoma City)

I was nervous about going to Oklahoma City.

Jamie lives in Oklahoma City.

I love Jamie,

but I hadn't spoken to Jamie for a long time.

Jamie and I were in the same Army Unit. 

We deployed to Kuwait together.

We ran a 5 man medical team at Camp New Jersey out in the desert of Kuwait.

We slept in close quarters, showered together, ate together, cried together, treated patients together, she flew to Utah and came to my first wedding.

We were bonded by something big.

We all were....

Even if we couldn't stand each other.

(Ambulance Platoon 546 ASMC,2003)

I got out of the Army in 2005 and went to the VA hospital in Phoenix for an evaluation.

I was 5 months pregnant.

The examining doctor asked me about nightmares, hyper-arousal, and various other things that pertain to PTSD.

I thought he was crazy.

He thought I had PTSD,

 and sent me over to see Psychiatrist who confirmed his suspicions.

They wanted to put me on medication.

I thought they were wrong. 

In fact I new they were wrong! 

I was pregnant, and I refused.

I was mad.

I couldn't have PTSD.

I new I was depressed, but who wouldn't be with so many life-altering changes.

I had been to war, gotten married, taken on a 4 year old stepson, got out of the army, moved to a new state....

It was all so new.

But PTSD?

No Way.

There was so much shame and guilt tied with that type of diagnosis.

In the military Mental Health issues meant you were weak.

It meant you were a wuss.

It meant you had no courage.

It meant you couldn't handle war. 

It meant a whole lot of things, and none of those things were positive.

It meant there was something wrong with me.

And there couldn't be something wrong with me!

I couldn't let there be something wrong with me!

I was a strong woman.

There was no way I could have PTSD

I justified and bargained and got mad.

But the nightmares got worse.

Driving got worse.

Anything medical or health care related became unbearable.

My patience started slipping as my irritability was increasing.

Flashbacks were more common.

I wasn't able to connect with "civilian people"

My relationship with my extended family was strained.

Life had been challenging, but now it was so hard.

No!

This couldn't be happening.

I put on a fake smile like everything was fine,

but inside everything was crumbling.

My marriage turned abusive,

My life felt out of control.

I was miserable.

I lost touch with friends and pulled away from family.

I was ashamed.

I wore a mask, I put on a happy face, and from the outside looking in other people couldn't tell that anything was wrong. 

I got good at faking it.

But faking it only lasts so long.

Ask any Vietnam Vet what happens when you retire.

I stayed in touch with Jamie for a couple of years.

She was so helpful when I went through my divorce.

She always had advice to offer, or different things to try.

She was a single mom when she was in the army.

She helped me out a lot.

I filed a claim with the VA for PTSD, but they needed someone from my unit to substantiate it.

Out of pure desperation I emailed Jamie.

She was the only one I could think of admitting that I had a mental health disorder,

I didn't want her to know I had PTSD,

But I knew I needed her help,

and I new she would be there for me.

And she was.

I dropped off the face of the planet so-to-speak for a couple of years.

I never joined facebook,

I didn't want anyone from the past to know how my life had been affected by the war.

But four years later,

(and a lot of therapy later)

I want to re-connect with people.

I was totally anxious to go to Oklahoma,

But I was so glad I did.

True friends are always there for you.