Twenty-two veterans commit suicide every day.
To raise awareness of this staggering fact and promote veterans getting help instead of ending their lives, my friend and fellow veteran, Susanna organized a 22-day challenge that I’m participating in with a bunch of other folks all over the world. We are walking or running at least one mile a day for 22 days.
I haven’t struggled for awhile. I find it comes in waves.
Weaning brought on a wave of postpartum that I didn’t realize could happen, so I was totally unprepared for it. And I still struggled with a lot of PTSD symptoms - not from a deployment, ironically, but my childhood. I have struggled with PTSD since I was at least 12 years old - the age when I OD’d on Excedrin PM as a cry for help. When I got scared I would actually die from my OD and told my parents what I had done, my dad laid me out, face down, spread-eagle, on his king-sized bed, and “spanked” me with an oak paddle before he drove me to the hospital. Then he took my entire bank account (a couple hundred dollars of babysitting money) to use toward our copay.
So to say this challenge is perfect for me right now is an understatement. Many people don’t realize I struggle with these things because I present myself well and often keep my issues in the closet. But what better time to be honest than when I am raising awareness for suicide prevention. If I can help even one fellow vet, sad mama friend, or childhood trauma victim seek and get help, my honesty will have been worth it.
Many Kind Regards,
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