The next topic I want to address is the fact that some of the individuals I have met prior are no better off now than when we met. I understand having PTSD, I understand having a broken body, I DO NOT understand giving into this shit and letting it win. I will likely never understand that. I had to have (as well as my other teammates had to have) our captain explain to us why we were getting submitted for medals. None of us had done anything spectacular… but our captain notified us that our “norm” was the “normal person” exceptional. None of us realized it, and none of us wanted to claim it but hind sight 20/20 my captain was correct. Seeing these veterans and how they act, how they have or have not grown over the years shows the difference between my way of thinking and being and the standard for “norm”.
I hope to never be norm. My body is broken but I refuse to give in. I work out to compensate for the parts of me that are broken. I continue with the tools my counselor gave me, because I refuse to let PTSD take control. It’s MY brain I control it. I’m late on this week’s #TriggerTuesday because I had to figure a way to word this to describe the situation more clearly than “what the fuck assholes?” I did not like my children seeing other veterans who seemingly gave up. That’s not how life should be. Never give up!