A kid at work cut his finger...it was bleeding a lot like those types of cuts do. He had a look of terror on his face. That look hit me in the gut like a ton of bricks. I started having recollections of the faces of the Iraqis I interrogated in Iraq. I had to call my wife to bring my meds and I was not doing well for about an hour. I decided to call up a buddy of mine that I served with to gain some perspective and to get it off my chest. That was the best idea I had all night. He kept me grounded in the here and now and reminded me that I am not in Iraq anymore. I can't thank him enough for being there for me tonight.
As I continue my life with PTSD, I will share my challenges and discoveries on this blog.