Once a soldier, always a soldier
There’s something everyone should know about soldiers — they never stop being a soldier, even long after the uniform is retired. I wish I had known that before I married my husband. Not that it would have kept me from marrying him….a nuclear bomb couldn’t have stopped me back then. But at least I would have known what I was getting myself into. My husband, Sean, is intelligent, strong, honorable, and the bravest man I know….but he is also complicated, challenging, and — at times — incredibly difficult to live with.
You see, my husband has PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). And he suffers from depression. And he is an alcoholic. And an addict. And yet I love him, and the journey that we are on together is one of the most extraordinary that I could imagine. Many of you know what I am talking about. Many of you are in a dark world of mental illness and addiction and you can’t see the light. I have been there. I know how you feel. But there IS a light — my husband and I have found it, and you can too.
This is my first post. I hope there will be hundreds, even thousands more — and I hope you will comment frequently — so that we can begin a dialogue, a conversation…..a journey together as a community of families struggling with these tough issues. Walk this journey with us…and just see if you don’t begin to see the rays of hope that saved us too.