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.

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