Together...

I started writing this blog as a way to get my feelings out, as my way of saying that a soldier having PTSD is not the end of the list of people it affects. The entire family of the soldier is affected and it isn't easy for any of the people involved. Some days I want to scream at people who look at my family weird when my husband is getting agitated at nothing. They look at me with pity and I hate it! They don't understand that my husband isn't just being a jerk, he's actually trying really hard not to take it out on me, it's something that he fights to control on a minute to minute basis. My husband is a soldier, at work and at home. He fights not only for his country but also to control the beast inside of him. And I am there doing my best to support him through it, it's not easy but he is very worth it!

My wish is that the people of the world would understand and not judge him, or me, for living our lives in the best way that we know how. Yes, we struggle some days but he is worth each and every second. I will go through the tough moments so that I can have the tender ones... My request is that anyone who reads this will try not to judge someone else's situation based on a single moment as you have no idea what might be going on. I have no doubt that my husband loves me more with every breath he takes, the same way I love him. And for that reason, we will continue to fight our way through this illness the best way we know how, together!

Thanks...

With thanksgiving looming I find myself looking to the past as well as the future. I know that this life is not an easy one but I am truely thankful that I have been able to meet and call some of this country's heroes my friends. I am thankful for my husband, even on his bad days, because as much as he drives me crazy I love him with all of my heart.

I wouldn't be able to get through this life without the support of my friends, they are always there when I need an ear and I hope that they can say the same thing about me. They have become my family, the family that I have created for myself and my children. My children are very lucky to have a bunch of aunts and uncles that will always be there, no matter what mistakes they make. They are just children but they already have a legacy, they understand war in ways that no child should ever have to understand. They have stood quietly at funerals and memorials for people they knew, young people that died far before their time, those same people that fought for all the children of several countries to live in a place of peace.

I have seen people protesting the Afghanistan commitment, people that haven't done their research to know the good that has been done. Tyrants cannot be allowed to run things and if that means that I have to deal with my husband having PTSD, it's the least I can do. I am thankful to be married to a man that believes in trying to make the world a better place, he will do what he does, so that my children don't have to.