11/12/2025
Good evening, dearest friends and family. For those of you who are new to our rescue page, please know that I share my personal life, on occasion, for you to have a better understanding of who I am and what has made me who I am.
I began a personal and private (until now) journey about two years ago (in January). I knew it would be difficult, but I had no idea how difficult it would be.
I was honorably discharged 30 years ago, but what I endured while serving my country was anything but honorable.
I began intense counseling through the VA, but didn't discuss what REALLY happened to me. Finally, one day, it happened. I didn't realize what I was holding inside was killing me, but it was. Some turn to alcohol or drugs, but food was my drug of choice. My comfort.
I began speaking about "it" and was taken right back to that moment over 30 years ago, I let out a scream and I don't remember much after that.
I've continued to do the hard work of healing, almost two years later. When my therapist diagnosed me with PTSD I screamed at her, "Noooo, I wasn't in combat, I didn't see anyone die or lose a f*cking limb, don't you dare say that...". To which she calmy replied, "Do not dismiss what you endured just because you didn't go to war." I'll never forget those words.
In that moment, she gave me permission to finally fully, openly grieve and stop DISMISSING my grief and terror because it wasn't from combat (Tears are streaming down my face as I type this).
I'm flawed. We're all flawed. I just choose to speak openly about mine, in hopes of helping others.
Thank you so much for all of the Veteran's Day appreciation. I'm finally at a place where I can seperate what I endured while active duty, from my love of the Coast Guard.
Thank you for being my safe space. If you're ever in need, I'm always just a call away. 702-927-6402