The noises were too loud.
The smells were overwhelming.
People’s concerns were shallow.
The excess of American life was embarrassing.
I saw no value in frivolous small talk.
I hate that war changed me.
I’m so thankful to have served.
I hate the loss of life.
I’m so thankful to live in America.
I hate the sacrifice families & communities have made.
I am thankful to have met truly beautiful people.
I hate there is no end to war.
I am thankful to bridge a conversation gap.
I hate the need for awareness & remembrance.
I left as a young woman proud to do her part.
I returned broken and lost.
5 years later I gave up on healing.
5 years after giving up I live a healing journey.
Many of us experience disillusionment. My journey of healing is not unique. Many people choose to live a healing journey after experiencing life’s difficulties. My story is extreme…but my healing journey is generic. Anyone can heal, if I can, you can.
On my 10 year anniversary of Living, coming home, I invite you to choose life. Your life. And choose to be part of your life every day, no matter how hard it is.
There are days I want to give up, throw in the towel. These feelings may always haunt me. And I choose life. I fight for hope. What will you fight for?