tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928120837441845182.post5874639746890249776..comments2023-09-13T03:09:02.251-07:00Comments on VeteranCaregiver Blog: Caregiving Reality: Living with PTSD & Spreading the WordUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928120837441845182.post-34808937247595480122012-06-02T11:32:44.316-07:002012-06-02T11:32:44.316-07:00Gratitude
There were beautiful flowers with gorge...Gratitude<br /><br />There were beautiful flowers with gorgeous buds, but I missed them totally <br />as I concentrated on the thorns.<br /><br />There were incredible rainbows, but it was as if I were blind because I <br />couldn’t see them as I frowned about the rain.<br /><br />There was a roof over my head and food on the table, but instead of <br />appreciation I just worried about paying the bills.<br /><br />There were people in need and I didn’t notice them, instead I worried about <br />petty, minor details of life.<br /><br />There was a time that I was quite healthy, but I missed it’s importance as <br />I stayed caught up in the rat race of life.<br /><br />I have experienced love, kindness and joy, but I never stopped to be <br />thankful for them, I instead took them for granted.<br /><br />I have experienced parenthood, with all its ups and downs, but I never <br />stopped to fully realize these were gifts not given to everyone.<br /><br />I have experienced occasional intense physical pain, but I never considered <br />the people that live with pain every moment of their lives.<br /><br />There are people dying at this moment that would trade places with my <br />abilities and my health in a split second.<br /><br />Maybe I am finally learning that life does get hard, but when it does you <br />just put one foot in front of the other and go on anyway.<br /><br />And today I will notice the flowers, the rainbows, the children, my <br />painlessness, my home and food, and be sure not to complain about my health.<br /><br />by: Debbie Wilson/ Debbie Wilson’s Brain Injury Blog<br />Http://www.noahsarkconsulting.blogspot.com<br />http://www.facebook,combraininjuryawareness/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15197353699042098316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928120837441845182.post-74260845763877977602011-04-21T13:09:42.408-07:002011-04-21T13:09:42.408-07:00i want to spin this a little for those reading tha...i want to spin this a little for those reading that don't actually know the direction some vets go. this is a bit of my story in response to each situation which i've lived in similar circumstance. for all of you doing the caregiving i hold you in high esteem and wish you the best of love. i think that may be the greatest factor that sees people through.<br />***i can't believe i yelled at him/her. it's not their fault. they didn't sign up for this, i did. i need help... i promise i'm not being quiet to punish you or anyone. it's just that i can't tell you what is in my mind. i know you don't deserve this. please divorce me. and he does, after he has the affair that creates his son while i'm in treatment for depression. i need help... years go by, BVA, endless paperwork to prove what i need. denied. offer more evidence within 30 days or your case will be closed. denied. take what you can get. maybe it's me, maybe i'm wrong, maybe i'm not worth help. that must be it. i did everything they asked. was i too clean? am i too smart? why don't they listen to me? and why am i so stupid that i keep asking? i am still a soldier. i am lost... children don't deserve to be brought into this kind of life. when i tell my family i will not be having children, they cry. they tell me i can when i know it's no good. i spare a life and yet i am reminded that because i am a woman it is different. now not only is my mind wrong, so is my body. there is silence here. the shades are drawn so they don't know out there that i never leave unless i absolutely have to. i am shameful. i am a waste. the only sound comes from a white noise machine designed to block out the others to alleviate some fear. even my phone on vibrate scares me straight through. i used to think the cracks in this heart were God's way of letting in more light. now the pieces, so brittle, so many, scatter like ash to the wind where the light used to come in. i am a female veteran. like you, i am forgotten because the silence wins.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928120837441845182.post-61833260540527794712011-04-20T05:18:01.830-07:002011-04-20T05:18:01.830-07:00Hi I run Living With PTSD and TBI blog; http://arm...Hi I run Living With PTSD and TBI blog; http://armyreservistwife.blogspot.com/<br /><br />I came across this as someone posted on FB and boy can I agree. Some days are mostly just tolerable. Others are like a living hell..and its just over and over again. I have fought back turning our situation into something positive, but there are days where I would like to sling those "positives" out the window! Haha! I saw where Ocean posted about the joining forces campaign and wonder if this is going to help the troops after they come home? Or is it all for show like some of the other programs out there? I think often times we are caught not knowing which role to take...mother, caregiver, evil dictator, or wife. Doesn't seem to fall in the wife category anymore. However, I married my husband through sickness and in health. I don't want him to become another statistic in a VA file somewhere. Thanks for posting this and please do feel free to check me out as well. Best wishes to a sister of post war~ USMUncle Sam's Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179663021921239430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928120837441845182.post-76502769801231799592011-04-16T14:31:17.467-07:002011-04-16T14:31:17.467-07:00Incredibly well put, Linda. However, it is hard to...Incredibly well put, Linda. However, it is hard to be the 'teacher' as well as the caregiver and the parent. I absolutely agree that if we could somehow work all together, we might be able to get it across to the American public what dealing with PTSD is really like. I understand where the comment about 'the government taking care of the troops' comes from. It is a total misconception, driven in part, by the media attention on things such as the recent Joining Forces campaign. The focus is on what is done, NOT on what is not done.<br />The caregivers who are in the worst shape have little time to share what is going on in their lives. What else can we do to support them so that they can breathe and share their story?Oceanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02502318416044568094noreply@blogger.com