december 28th 2018

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 22, 2019

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I want to come home! These are five words I thought I would never find myself saying. It scared me to death to even admit it. Just saying those words out loud gave me a knot in the pit of my stomach. Where have I been all this time? 

I  have been locked up inside myself for the past 14 years. As a prisoner of PTSD I didn’t realize that I had the key to unlock  the shackles that bound me all along. I was captive though not of my own choosing, but I had succumbed to the will of a power that I thought was greater then myself.

The war in Iraq dominated a huge part of my consciousness.  The reality of combat was something I carried with me even as I departed the war zone. I unintentionally replaced my combat reality with one that has haunted me for all of these years.

I still relieve my experiences in the form of nocturnal battles. They will probably never go away as my mind tries to deal with the insanity. The constant fear of the unknown is something I battle with every day. The specters of depression and anxiety continue to pursue me. While I may not be able to fully win those two battles I am able to choose the ground I fight on. There will be a times when I may have to fall back, regroup, and reengage the enemy but I will never accept surrender.

On December 28th 2018 I finally came home!

 

 

 


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