Motrin For The Soul

Motrin and water cures everything.
Almost.
I could really use an anti-inflammatory for my soul right now.
Get the anger and pain just calmed down enough that I can see what the real problem is and work on healing that, instead of just battling with the symptoms all the time.
I've come a long way since, well, every other day of my life, I guess.
I've been sober more than 7 months now. I will have been sober 8 come November 21st.
That's a huge accomplishment.
I have been in the Army 2 years now, and will likely be going to the promotion board come January. I will be participating in my first reenlistment in the next week or so, whenever the paperwork comes though. My career has already given me an awful lot of experience that I couldn't have managed in the civilian world.
I have overcome the biggest- or what I hope are the biggest- struggles that I'll have to face with my PTSD. Anyone who says that is only something veterans can have is a liar or a fool. Many of the veterans who I've worked with have supported me whole-heartedly in this statement, and more than a few have seen my expression changed when anxiety was taking over and immediately recognized the expression. The thousand-yard stare is not just a military thing, folks. I'm proud of how much I've done to help myself heal.
There are still battles yet to be won, mostly relating around much more personal things, spiritual and physical things. I have come to a place where I believe it is time to start really fighting this battle, as it will, without a doubt, positively impact the others I have come so far with. No battle is without consequence in other battles- some of these battles cannot be fought or won without the others. The war I face may be settling down, but it is not done. I may never be satisfied with how far I've come, and maybe this war is just a part of life for me, but I have to believe that the worst has past, and that the next phase of my life is one of unadulterated healing and learning, of recooperation, rather than simply slapping tournaquets on arterial bleeds.
I have to keep the faith, and to re-learn what that faith means.
Subida Y Supera- Rise And Overcome