- The Soldiers Project: This organization has been an unexpected blessing. My relationship with my individual counselor has grown into a trusting and productive one. They don't charge a dime for the services and compassion they offer. I would never recommend leaving a fruitful therapeutic relationship. If, on the other hand, you the VA is unable to see you regularly enough for individual therapy to be productive or your relationship with your current therapist just doesn't work, please seek out this wonderful group of people.
- Rod Deaton: If it wasn't for the offer of friendship from Rod, I have no idea where I'd be right now. He has been a lighthouse when the darkness sets in and I would never have heard of The Soldiers Project if it wasn't for him. For a man who has never served, he understands combat veterans feelings and fears better than anyone else I have ever met.
- Anthony Durante: A fellow veteran, Anthony introduced me to the world of entrepreneurship and I haven't looked back since. Also, he introduced me to the amazing group of people that have made it possible for me to move my vision of veteran entrepreneurship education forward at a pace that wouldn't have been possible otherwise.
- LVMAC: The Lehigh Valley Military Affairs Council accepted me with open arms and the professional relationship I have developed with Rich Hudzinski has been exceptionally rewarding. I look forward to earning my associate membership in the coming year!
- My Amazing Family: Through better and especially worse, they have stuck by me and loved me unconditionally over the course of my roughest year since I returned home in 2004. Having such a strong support network helps to keep me grounded.
Today, I woke up groggy and out of sorts. I had intense nightmares last night for the first time in a while. They were particularly intense and I am not sure as to why. I have had the nightmares about once a week pretty consistently for the past few months, but they haven't been very intense and they haven't had that HD replay reel feel or the scent memory of blood for a while. I have actually been looking forward to the holiday this year and what happens? Yeah, nightmares...
Regardless, I am not going to let that ruin my holiday. With that in mind, I want to recount all of the wonderful things I am thankful for this year:
Add all of this together and you have the mother of all support networks. My wish for everyone reading this is the grace and luck to find such amazing people to empower them. I firmly resolve that, despite my incredibly bad night, I will not let it take away from the gratitude I feel for the amazing people in my life. This post is for them - those I have mentioned and those I
I wish everyone a safe and happy Thanksgiving! Now stop reading and go enjoy some turkey and football!
It was an amazing and fulfilling experience this past Wednesday at group. We had known ahead of time that one of the guys in group was going to share his experiences in full. And boy did he. For the sake of privacy, let's just say it was pretty emotional and very heartfelt on his part.
What really touched me in a way that I didn't expect: How honored I felt that he trusted me and the other guys in group with his story. It takes a lot of courage for someone to come forward like that and lay it all out, raw and unfiltered in a group setting. So I wanted to congratulate him on taking the leap. For the other guys who still haven't shared their trauma, I think this was an encouraging moment. A watershed moment.
The other thing that our doc talked about was the fact that so many current conflict veterans seem to have a cavalier attitude about death - an ambivalence about their own survival. It's something that has been seen in veterans of other conflicts, just not in numbers of this magnitude. Doc thinks it may partially contribute to the high suicide rate and wonders how energy drinks (available by the case when I was over there) could affect the way that emotional and psychological trauma is received by the brain. Interesting thoughts, but I disagree. I think that it is a generational thing. It's not that a lot of veterans are cavalier about it. I think it's because they are desperate to appear as normal as possible. The faking disregard for suicide ideation comes across as disingenuos, cavalier. I would love to hear others thoughts on this.
I have written and erased this post more times than I can count in the past week. It was a tumultuous week for me. I was talking with my therapist about the timing of when I felt I started losing control over my anger and about the thought pattern - I don't know what's coming next, but whatever it is can't be good. After thinking about it, I started to lose control and emotionally withdraw right after my daughter was born. I said it so nonchalantly. We concluded our session and my therapist left.
About ten minutes after she left, it hit my like a ton of bricks. Holy shit, my daughter's birth is the root of all of this. As I thought about it more, I realized that this was the first time in my experience that intense POSITIVE EMOTION triggered my PTSD. That realization turned everything on it's head. So let's explore what I mean in more depth:
Finally realizing this has given me some element of power over it and control over my fears. It has been and exhausting journey, but I am hopeful that things will improve as I move forward. It's hard to cope with fears when you aren't aware of what they are. For the first time, I feel like I have a little better control over my anger again. Here's to hoping that things continue to get better.
To My Wonderful Daughter Caley: When you are older and you discover this blog, I want you to know I love you more than words could ever hope to express. Don't ever, even for a second, think that this was your fault. Know that it is the intensity of my feelings for you that make this healing possible. I love you widget, don't ever forget it.
I had a really productive session Friday Morning. We continued talking about the anger issues that I have been dealing with lately and everything kept on coming back to having more and more difficult not lashing out at work. My clinician asked me last week if my wife and I have a safety plan and we do, but it's not comprehensive. We have a safety plan if I become unstable at home. What happens if that happens at work? That was my homework assignment for this coming week. I need to think about how I can exit a volatile situation when I am working.
That being said, my clinician was concerned. She is concerned that I don't understand why and how my anger is being triggered at work and why it is getting progressively harder and more exhausting to control. In the past the pattern has been that I work somewhere for six to eight months. Then I get so fed up with something, anything, that I quit. I know I can't do that now. In a way that makes it harder to cope with, knowing I have to stick this out.
I need to make this clear, I enjoy my work. It's not the work that I hate - it's that my ethics and morality are black and white. I have no room for shades of grey. The rest of the world operates in gray areas, making life even more difficult for me to manage my anger.
So that's what I am doing this week -thinking about how to create a safety plan that could help to reduce my stress and potential for angry outbursts at work. Unfortunately, I am at an impasse on this. Maybe I should sleep on it and see what comes up tomorrow.
I explained in the previous post that I was getting really amped up and didn't know how to shut it off. Well, as the day and night unfolded yesterday, the reasons for this became abundantly clear. My body was preparing me for action - action that had the potential to go on for a long time. There was no saying how bad this storm was going to be in our area. I didn't know if I was going to be taking my family on a flight to safety, if I was going to have to deal with potential looting, if my friends were going to need my help, etc.
What I realized is that I was amped up, not anxious or nervous. I was just ready. When I say ready, I mean READY. My body saw the potential threat in the coming storm and started priming the system for action days in advance. If something would have happened yesterday, I would have acted immediately to resolve the situation, no hesitation, no fear.
This effect on my body was predominantly primal, physiological. The docs at the VA and elsewhere have been talking about the 'battle brain' or 'fight or flight' and how that part of the brain taking over is what causes some of the issues we have with PTSD. While I understood the argument intellectually, I didn't fully understand the depth of what that meant until my body started amping me up in preparation for this storm.
Many of us can turn this on, short term, when the need arises, but there is still a lag before the clarity of purpose sets in. Getting amped up days in advance for what could happen reduced the lag created by needing to 'flip the switch' down to near zero. Hence the pre-storm build-up. I would have been ready for anything - running for cover, protecting my family from the elements, protecting my family from people, killing if the need arose to protect me and mine. Morality and gray areas be damned. Yet through it all, I knew what was happening this time. I knew the necessity of it and I knew that it could scare people to see the side of me that allowed me to survive outside the wire in a hostile environment with just three other guys to watch my back.
It was surreal. I was just along for the ride yesterday. I could freak out in my head all I wanted to and still trust that instinct would direct my body to make the best choices to ensure my survival and those I choose to protect.
Today, the threat ended. My body turned it all off and I crashed. I slept almost 10 hours during the day AFTER I woke up to start the day. The adrenalin dump was so extreme that my kidneys hurt and I felt like a junkie coming down off a high.
Then came the fear and anxiety, the anger at myself. How could I lost control like that? The thoughts of what I could have done yesterday (and the things I did have to do in Iraq) haunt me. This one is going to take some time to work out. I am just glad that it's over and I can start to work through the new wrinkles that this experience has introduced to the party.
I know a lot of my readers were in the path of this storm. I hope this finds you all well and in good health.
So here I sit. It's 1:30AM and I am typing this on the computer, obsessing about this storm that's coming. I have this horrible gut feeling that it's going to be worse than they think. I can't shake it. We live in eastern PA, 30 minutes from the New Jersey border. According to the National Weather Service, we are smack dab in the center of the cone of possibility. The projected path puts us squarely in the cross-hairs to get the full force of the storm.
Enter serious anxiety. I was at work all day so distracted I could barely think straight. Do we have everything we need? What about a fully stocked first aid kit? What about enough water? Batteries? Emergency evac routes? If it gets really bad, what about potential looters? Could this traumatize my daughter? She's only two years old. What about our apartment? We have a lot of windows...
I could keep on going, but you get the idea. The adrenalin is pumping and I am going into all go survival mode and I am scared shitless that entering into that mode (which my wife has only seen glimpses of) is going to do more to scare my family than the storm will. My heart is pounding right now and I feel the blood pulsing through my hands as I try to type this. I have to get up in five hours for work and I doubt I will go to sleep.
So where do I go from here? I am standing on the precipice. The air at work was charged with a certain energy...Does fear have a smell? I am trying to talk myself down, but the adrenalin keeps getting in the way. My hands won't stop shaking but I have to try to get some sleep. I know I am not the only one out there losing sleep over this, but the waves of my adrenalin are isolating me in ways flooding waters never could.
Well, this was an interesting session. I had just gotten out of individual treatment just a little bit before I headed out for CPT group. When I got to group, I was agitated and emotionally raw, the anger oozing out of every pore. It was obvious to everyone in group.
I talked with them all about my anger coming out a lot more since I have begun confronting the PTSD and they all understood. The anger coming back out to the forefront is apparently part of the healing process. Wish I would have known that in advance. So is it any wonder that as my anger becomes less and less easy to control that my anxiety has ratcheted up proportionately? Uh.....No?
The doc explained that phenomenon to all of us in group. When the anger isn't tightly controlled, we become unsure of what is going to happen next - but whatever is going to happen next, it won't be good...
What also came out is that anger manifests more strongly as I feel less in control at work. Thus my cycle of quitting jobs every 6 to 8 months. Well, it appears that cycle has taken longer to come to a head with my current employer, but I am there. It's frustrating knowing that the cycle had continued over the past three years. So what is my biggest priority right now?
Breaking the Cycle
I will not walk away from stability and employment, despite how draining my workdays can be. I gotta break the cycle. If I want to ensure stability and safety for my family, I can't give in to the urges to walk away from what distresses me.
Let's see how things go...
So today was the first individual therapy session with the clinician from Soldiers Project. It laid the groundwork for what I am hopeful will be a very productive long-term therapy relationship. It has been a long road and the past few years have been particularly tough to cope with. That being said, I have written often about knowing a lot of the underlying issues I needed to work through - I just didn't know how or where to start.
Well, I found out today that I am going to have a very long road ahead of me as well. All things being equal, my blog eventually circles back around to the fact that I am angry. Not just angry...ANGRY. When I feel that anger, I can feel the impulse control starting to slip away from me. That lack of control causes me to clamp down on my anger so hard that I box it up and put it away. Not a healthy way to deal with anger at all.
Well, we talked about this for a long time and what it comes down to is this:
Everything I Fell Stems From My Anger Issues
How about them apples? She saw right through a lot of barriers I have put up to protect myself and others from my anger and got to the heart of it...and fast. She asked if I thought that needing to clamp down on the anger all of the time is what was exhausting me and draining me of energy. *smacks forehead* How the hell did I miss that one? That makes perfect sense. It is also why going to work every day is so draining for me - shit at work always finds a way to trigger me, fair or not.
Ok, so underlying cause identified: Anger. Anger so profound it doesn't need a target. I wake up angry, am angry all day long, and go to bed angry. Angry at what? Nothing in particular. It's like having a pressure in the back of your head that won't go away. It's always there.
So what the hell do I do now? Not a clue. The clinician wants to make a safety plan in place to ensure everyone's well-being in case my ability to cope goes south. We're going to go over that next week.
All in all, a very draining session - but a good one. It's nice to feel like I am headed somewhere with this. Guess time will tell.
I met with my prospective clinician today at a local diner. I wanted to meet on neutral ground first to see if we had compatible personalities. As it turns out, we do. I will be moving forward with individual therapy with this clinician that was provided, free of charge, by The Soldiers Project.
What an organization. I was skeptical when I first heard about this organization. They ask for no compensation. They have a heartfelt desire to help veterans. You can tell that the desire is genuine. I have done more research on them and I found out that they require that all of their volunteers be trained on how to communicate and treat veterans.
I have spoken with my wife and I will be working with the clinician on a week-to-week basis. I will do my best to schedule a time to meet with her once a week. Her schedule is flexible and I look forward to finally receiving the intensive one-on-one treatment I think I have been in need of for a long time.
I need this. I really do. The PTSD symptoms I have been experiencing recently have been morphing into a new variation of intensity that I haven't had to contend with before. There is one thing that she has brought up already that I am looking into and doing research on (yeah, you know me...gotta learn all I can): The idea that the emotional/psychological/spiritual trauma I experienced may have diverted that natural development of the adult brain and arrested any further development. At least that's the gist of what she was saying. So needless to say, I am quickly drilling down into this subject matter.
I wanted to send out a special thank you to Rod Deaton (Blogger, Paving the Road Back) for informing me of this wonderful organization. I appreciate all that you do, Rod. I consider you a true friend, a man of limitless compassion. Would that there were more like you.
I have been corresponding via email with Rod Deaton for a while now and occasionally by phone when our schedules permit. He has been an amazing sounding board and gives me no bullshit guidance on PTSD. While he is a doc and I am a veteran with PTSD, our relationship is not that of a clinician and a patient. We have a deep abiding respect for one another and the work we do to advocate for veterans with PTSD.
In recent posts, I have talked about my struggles to cope with my low self-esteem and the absence of motivation to lead a healthier lifestyle. Rod expressed concern about these issues. While he doesn't think that I am in danger of hurting myself, he does believe that I would benefit from one-on-one therapy. His opinion is that, being an introvert, I would find individualized treatment less draining. He still recommends that I continue group therapy, but feels strongly that I should explore individualized treatment.
I agree with his assessment 100%. The issue had always been finding a clinician at the VA with the time to meet 2-4 times per month for intensive therapy. As we all know, searching for this at the VA is an exercise in futility. Through no fault of their own, the VA doesn't have the resources available for that to be possible.
In one of his recent email correspondences, Rod passed along information about a group of private clinicians who provide individualized treatment for free. That organization, The Soldiers Project, intrigued me. I looked into it, contacted the PA branch of the organization and was contacted back the same day. They had found me a clinician within a week of first reaching out to them. While I was lucky that they could find someone so close, they are continually expanding their network of volunteers. I contacted the clinician today and hope to meet with her informally today to see if we are a good fit.
So far, I have been very impressed with how passionate the administration of this organization has been. I am hopeful that this will end up being a great experience. I will keep you all updated as I move forward with this. It would be nice to be able to recommend a viable supplement to the insufficient treatment most veterans with PTSD receive from the VA. Please keep in mind, I am not blaming the VA. This is not their fault. The fault lies with the government for not adequately providing for the needs of the warriors who have selflessly volunteered to protect the ideals this country stands for. The reality is that the VA doesn't receive the funding and doesn't have the staffing necessary to adequately handle the sheer volume of veterans that have entered the system in the past decade.
Let's hope we can add another additional resource for combat veterans with PTSD.
As I continue my life with PTSD, I will share my challenges and discoveries on this blog.