After 5 years in the 82nd with 3 deployments to Iraq, I left the Army an angry angry man. I left on my own with only minor injuries and a good amount of wear and tear, so I can't really relate to those of you who sustained serious injury. I couldn't handle normal day to day interactions though. I never went to seek any mental help or anything, I just kind of folded in on myself because I genuinely couldn't handle civilians, not even my family. Thankfully, I wasn't married or have any kids. I trudged along for a while, then I got a wild hair that I wanted a fish tank. Started with fake fresh, then went planted, now I'm building my first salt tank. The hobbie relaxes me, and gives me the control I needed over one specific thing. I went back to school, got my degree, a job, and then got married. We are talking about kids now.
While it didn't probably save my life in the physical sense, I will say that it saved my life from an existence that wasn't worth living.
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