Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I'm Finally Home!
So just to catch everybody up, we are officially done with all things Army related. So we did what it seems all retired people do....moved to Florida!
I will admit the first couple of months I felt like a fish out of water. The adjustment to civilian life has been brutal. I'm not only in a completely new place with no friends or family but civilian life is nothing like Army life.
The people all seem to be so nice and laid back. The weather is perfect (if you like getting your heat straight from Hades...which I do!),my neighbors are wonderful (they actually watch their kids!!!) and the crime rate off a military post is surprisingly low. But the biggest adjustment is the silence. I mean deafening, screaming silence. The first night I fell asleep with my doors unlocked and didn't really care. For the first time in years I wasn't worried about some random insanity where I had to block my doors and sleep with a crow bar. It was all just so peaceful.
It was wonderful.
But after a couple weeks that wonderful, deafening silence, began to get on my absolute freaking last nerve!!! I hadn't heard screaming, yelling or gunfire. I haven't seen anyone going off in the commissary. I haven't had anybody calling me to complain about whatever useless issue they think the chain of command is ignoring them about. I haven't even had to yell at anybody!! It is stressing me the hell out!!!! You don't realize how much stress and aggravation we military wives carry, until it's gone. You get so accustomed to having that stress that you can't function without it. I realized that stress was my driving force. My fuel even. Without stress and anger I feel useless.
But a few days ago it all started to change. First, the tropical storm took my perfect weather and turned it all to hell. Then I had someone honk their horn at me when I didn't pull out as fast as I should have. I'll admit it gave me a bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. Then last night, I heard rapid gun fire. I mean it sounded like it was in my back yard and honestly I was a little giddy(turns out it was just fireworks but I'll take what I can get).
Then today, the clouds opened and God blessed me with just the kick I needed. Two wives were sitting at the kids table in the public library complaining loudly because the library policy states you must watch your children. I swear I heard the angels sing Hallelujah. I AM FINALLY HOME, LORD A MIGHTY I AM FINALLY HOME!
So tonight, I will double check all of my doors, (probably jam them for extra measures), I will pray it doesn't start raining again, I will occasionally peak out my windows to ensure there are no armed bandits and curl up close to my old friend, the crow bar, knowing that once again all is right in the world.
Monday, March 26, 2012
We're Outta Here!
After many, many years of military life, WE'RE OUTTA HERE! No more deployments, no more TDY, no more FRG, and mostly no more acronyms!!! Retirement has finally arrived. I can say goodbye to all things Middle East related. Good bye to the sounds of random artillery fire and goodbye to the sounds of wive's sending their husbands off to war.
With those goodbye's however, I must also say goodbye to the only world I have known for the majority of my adult life.
The sound of packing tape has turned out to be a bitter sweet melody. Although I am extremely excited to say goodbye to this life. I can't help the sense of panic taking me over.
The mover's arrived bright and early this morning and suddenly it all became real. I would never see some of my best and dearest friends again. I would never again see a man in a neatly pressed uniform, and the "high and tight" will be a thing of the past. I will never again have to determine if that sound was thunder or artillery. I will never again hear reville or be in a movie theater where we must stand for the National Anthem.
I will never be at a spouse social (even though we all despise them, lol), and I would never again attend a potluck, a hail and fairwell or a military ball. It won't be long before I forget the term LES and become forced to use the term "paystub".
My children will no longer recite the Pledge of Allegiance before class or be seen by an "Army Doctor" at a military treatment facility. They will forget what it means to be an "Army Brat" and have a normal civilian life. Whatever that means.
Although, I may have learned to despise a lot of what the Army has presented us over the years, I can't say I am not walking away a better, stronger person. We Army wives complain. We yell and we scream. We beg and we plead, we mourn and cry. However, for the most of us, we survive. We wake up every morning, feeling a bit of safety knowing our routine is in place for another day. We grow so accustomed to our hectic lives, one could even say the chaos is what keeps us strong.
Now it's on to not only a new chapter in my life, but a new book. I will wake up a few mornings from now and realize my life has taken a major turn. It's like a scary movie, when you know the something is going to happen but you scream anyway.
The military has definitely changed my life in ways one can never imagine.
The Army is that family member, everybody gripes about and wishes they wouldn't show up to the party. But you still can't imagine your life without them.
With those goodbye's however, I must also say goodbye to the only world I have known for the majority of my adult life.
The sound of packing tape has turned out to be a bitter sweet melody. Although I am extremely excited to say goodbye to this life. I can't help the sense of panic taking me over.
The mover's arrived bright and early this morning and suddenly it all became real. I would never see some of my best and dearest friends again. I would never again see a man in a neatly pressed uniform, and the "high and tight" will be a thing of the past. I will never again have to determine if that sound was thunder or artillery. I will never again hear reville or be in a movie theater where we must stand for the National Anthem.
I will never be at a spouse social (even though we all despise them, lol), and I would never again attend a potluck, a hail and fairwell or a military ball. It won't be long before I forget the term LES and become forced to use the term "paystub".
My children will no longer recite the Pledge of Allegiance before class or be seen by an "Army Doctor" at a military treatment facility. They will forget what it means to be an "Army Brat" and have a normal civilian life. Whatever that means.
Although, I may have learned to despise a lot of what the Army has presented us over the years, I can't say I am not walking away a better, stronger person. We Army wives complain. We yell and we scream. We beg and we plead, we mourn and cry. However, for the most of us, we survive. We wake up every morning, feeling a bit of safety knowing our routine is in place for another day. We grow so accustomed to our hectic lives, one could even say the chaos is what keeps us strong.
Now it's on to not only a new chapter in my life, but a new book. I will wake up a few mornings from now and realize my life has taken a major turn. It's like a scary movie, when you know the something is going to happen but you scream anyway.
The military has definitely changed my life in ways one can never imagine.
The Army is that family member, everybody gripes about and wishes they wouldn't show up to the party. But you still can't imagine your life without them.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
12 Days Of Christmas
On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
A 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
2 Acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scount Tee
On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
11 tanks a firing, 10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
12 Battalion parties, 11 tanks a firing, 10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
A 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
2 Acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scount Tee
On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
11 tanks a firing, 10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....
12 Battalion parties, 11 tanks a firing, 10 RPG, 9 Para-troopers, 8 vats of Grog, 7 TA-50, 6 days of field time, 5th Deployment orders, 4 Ranger Panties, 3 hand grenades, 2 acronyms and a 3rd Brigade Calvary Scout Tee
Friday, November 18, 2011
Pandering To The Masses
Friends, Romans and Countrymen, lend me your ears! I come here today not to praise Army wives, but to pander for them, lol.
So here's the situation....There is a contest amongst the Military Family Housing. The winner will recieve a trip to Washington D.C. to see the tree lighting ceremony. The contest is simple. Each participant entered a video showing a salute to the US Military. The person who recieves the most "likes" on their video wins. Simple right?
This is where all my internet friends and people who faithfully read my blog come in. :)
A good friend of mine, and Army wife, recently lost her father to cancer. In Washington, DC his company has set dedicated a memorial for him. My friends wish, is simply to see this memorial. So when this contest came about, naturally it seemed to be a good sign. So she did what any loving daughter would, put her heart and soul into a video of her own and submitted it for the world to see. However, the contest is about to end and she is falling behind. So I NEED your help, ensuring her victory.
All you have to do is click on this link: https://www.facebook.com/CampbellCrossing?sk=app_298940063450350. Once the video comes up, click the like button under the video. Simple right?
I need all 4000 of you to help me out on this one, please. It is not open only to those living in the United States. Even my friends worldwide can vote as well.
Losing a loved one is something everyone in the world can relate. We have all seen the effect Cancer can have on a family. At some time we have all had to say goodbye to someone we loved dearly. We as a planet may not always see eye to eye, but this is one area we will always be connected.
So I am asking you to see this from a daughter's eyes. We will all need help at some point in our lives. This is your chance to provide help to another with only the click of a mouse.
https://www.facebook.com/CampbellCrossing?sk=app_298940063450350
UPDATE: PLEASE READ! If you are having trouble with this link not going to the video directly, when it comes up click on Campbell Crossing, then click like under the video titled "Honoring Our Military".
So here's the situation....There is a contest amongst the Military Family Housing. The winner will recieve a trip to Washington D.C. to see the tree lighting ceremony. The contest is simple. Each participant entered a video showing a salute to the US Military. The person who recieves the most "likes" on their video wins. Simple right?
This is where all my internet friends and people who faithfully read my blog come in. :)
A good friend of mine, and Army wife, recently lost her father to cancer. In Washington, DC his company has set dedicated a memorial for him. My friends wish, is simply to see this memorial. So when this contest came about, naturally it seemed to be a good sign. So she did what any loving daughter would, put her heart and soul into a video of her own and submitted it for the world to see. However, the contest is about to end and she is falling behind. So I NEED your help, ensuring her victory.
All you have to do is click on this link: https://www.facebook.com/CampbellCrossing?sk=app_298940063450350. Once the video comes up, click the like button under the video. Simple right?
I need all 4000 of you to help me out on this one, please. It is not open only to those living in the United States. Even my friends worldwide can vote as well.
Losing a loved one is something everyone in the world can relate. We have all seen the effect Cancer can have on a family. At some time we have all had to say goodbye to someone we loved dearly. We as a planet may not always see eye to eye, but this is one area we will always be connected.
So I am asking you to see this from a daughter's eyes. We will all need help at some point in our lives. This is your chance to provide help to another with only the click of a mouse.
https://www.facebook.com/CampbellCrossing?sk=app_298940063450350
UPDATE: PLEASE READ! If you are having trouble with this link not going to the video directly, when it comes up click on Campbell Crossing, then click like under the video titled "Honoring Our Military".
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
I'm having trouble getting a conversation I had with my 8 year old out of my head. She asked me, "why do grandparents (older generation etc..) eat such nasty, weird foods?" I know it sounds like an odd conversation to focus on, but humor me. I explained that their generation had to eat what was there, or they didn't eat. Which of course, brought up the inevitable question...why? This plunged us into an even deeper conversation, regarding the Great Depression, famine, poverty and even the consequences of waste.
The reason this conversation stuck with me, is simply because I know I am spoiled. I have never "really" had to worry about my family starving to death. My biggest concern is making my credit card payments on time. I know how good I have it compared to previous generations. My children know how much better they have it compared to even my generation. Hence, my issue.
I constantly hear, people my age and younger complaining about how hard of a life they have. I wonder if they would still feel that way after really listening to a survivor of the Great Depression, WW2, or someone who lost everything in a natural disaster.
I wonder if they would still pity themselves, if they spoke to the mother who has just realized her child is terminally ill? The father who has worked all his life and lost his job due to outsourcing, or the child who buried his mother after daddy drank too much?
Maybe they should speak to the widow who slept beside her husband's casket, the war veteran who lost both legs, or the family of the police officer who was gunned down over a speeding ticket?
There is always somebody who has it worse than me. If history has taught us anything, its that we are durable. The only thing we really need to survive, is food, water and shelter. The rest is just a convienence.
If we learned from, lived and loved like those before us, we would be happier, healthier and a lot less polluted in our world and our minds.
The reason this conversation stuck with me, is simply because I know I am spoiled. I have never "really" had to worry about my family starving to death. My biggest concern is making my credit card payments on time. I know how good I have it compared to previous generations. My children know how much better they have it compared to even my generation. Hence, my issue.
I constantly hear, people my age and younger complaining about how hard of a life they have. I wonder if they would still feel that way after really listening to a survivor of the Great Depression, WW2, or someone who lost everything in a natural disaster.
I wonder if they would still pity themselves, if they spoke to the mother who has just realized her child is terminally ill? The father who has worked all his life and lost his job due to outsourcing, or the child who buried his mother after daddy drank too much?
Maybe they should speak to the widow who slept beside her husband's casket, the war veteran who lost both legs, or the family of the police officer who was gunned down over a speeding ticket?
There is always somebody who has it worse than me. If history has taught us anything, its that we are durable. The only thing we really need to survive, is food, water and shelter. The rest is just a convienence.
If we learned from, lived and loved like those before us, we would be happier, healthier and a lot less polluted in our world and our minds.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Halloween Safety/Costume Tips for Adults
With Halloween quickly approaching, I thought it would be good to pass on a few words of wisdom to ensure your on post Trick or Treating be as fun and safe as possible.
1. Trick or Treat- The trick, does not have anything to do with prostitution!
2. If you come dress as a member of the Taliban, any extremist group, or even Rambo...even though it may add flair to your costume, leave the AK-47 at home. The police will not ask questions, you will most likely be shot.
3. Don't run out of candy. Army Brats are called such for a reason. You will not only be known as the lady with the empty bowl, but there is a good chance you will be toilet papered, egged or repeatedly given the finger (hence the real meaning of trick).
4. If you decide to not give out candy for this holiday, remember to turn off your porch light. If not you will most likely be subjected to many rounds of ding dong ditch.
5. Remember, just because you are an adult doesn't mean cars can see you. I suggest you dress like a christmas tree with chem lights dangling from every possible location. It may not serve a real purpose, but I know I would find it hilarious!
6. Haunted Houses- although I do admire your dedication to the holiday and your attempt to make it a fun spirited evening...some kids will fight back. I suggest you wear a cup or even full body armor. If you scare a 6 wear old with a scary mask and chain saw, be prepared to never have children again. Those little suckers kick harder than you think!
7. For the Men- you will see a lot of soldiers dressing in drag for this night. Be honest and admit to yourself and others that you didn't buy this costume just for the night. If you happen to have had it in your closet, its ok, its a new Army! lol
8. Taking your kids to various strange houses can be awkward. So I suggest you wear a mask. That way when your kids are told to "take one" and they dump the entire bowl in their bag, nobody knows it was you!
9. If you approach another adult, and you aren't sure if they are in costume...they probably aren't. Just keep your eyes down and walk away.
10. There is always a fear of something harmful being given to your children. Although this is rare, it still happens. So you have 1 of 2 options. You can either take your candy to be X-rayed or do the easier more sensible option. Randomly test your children's candy to ensure it's safe for consumption. I suggest eating every 3rd piece of chocolate. After all, it is your child's safety at stake. Do it for the kids. I love my children, and if I have to I will eat every last piece just to ensure they stay safe!
1. Trick or Treat- The trick, does not have anything to do with prostitution!
2. If you come dress as a member of the Taliban, any extremist group, or even Rambo...even though it may add flair to your costume, leave the AK-47 at home. The police will not ask questions, you will most likely be shot.
3. Don't run out of candy. Army Brats are called such for a reason. You will not only be known as the lady with the empty bowl, but there is a good chance you will be toilet papered, egged or repeatedly given the finger (hence the real meaning of trick).
4. If you decide to not give out candy for this holiday, remember to turn off your porch light. If not you will most likely be subjected to many rounds of ding dong ditch.
5. Remember, just because you are an adult doesn't mean cars can see you. I suggest you dress like a christmas tree with chem lights dangling from every possible location. It may not serve a real purpose, but I know I would find it hilarious!
6. Haunted Houses- although I do admire your dedication to the holiday and your attempt to make it a fun spirited evening...some kids will fight back. I suggest you wear a cup or even full body armor. If you scare a 6 wear old with a scary mask and chain saw, be prepared to never have children again. Those little suckers kick harder than you think!
7. For the Men- you will see a lot of soldiers dressing in drag for this night. Be honest and admit to yourself and others that you didn't buy this costume just for the night. If you happen to have had it in your closet, its ok, its a new Army! lol
8. Taking your kids to various strange houses can be awkward. So I suggest you wear a mask. That way when your kids are told to "take one" and they dump the entire bowl in their bag, nobody knows it was you!
9. If you approach another adult, and you aren't sure if they are in costume...they probably aren't. Just keep your eyes down and walk away.
10. There is always a fear of something harmful being given to your children. Although this is rare, it still happens. So you have 1 of 2 options. You can either take your candy to be X-rayed or do the easier more sensible option. Randomly test your children's candy to ensure it's safe for consumption. I suggest eating every 3rd piece of chocolate. After all, it is your child's safety at stake. Do it for the kids. I love my children, and if I have to I will eat every last piece just to ensure they stay safe!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
It's Freaking Haunted!
Ok, so here's the scoop. I'm sitting out in my driveway tonight discussing various ghost stories in relation to this particular Army Post, and I gotta say I'm a little freaked out by this kind of paranormal activity.
I can handle the idea of telekinesis, psychic phenomenon and even alien occurences (I figure if something wants to come billions of light years to probe my rear, they must really like me lol)but the idea that the spirit of a pissed off ghost watching me shower scares the woowoo outta me.
Those who know me personally have all seen the picture and heard this story 1000s of times and it still freaks me out to tell the following story. About a year ago, I am setting up my new webcam when it snaps a pic. Not paying much attention I go about my business. Later that night after I get done speaking to my husband via webcam the album was open. So...I see the picture that was snapped. Keep in mind, I was sitting alone in my room, in front of the computer. There was what obviously appears to be a young male facing me. When I say obvious, I mean OBVIOUS. You can not only make out the head, the ears and the sweater he was wearing, but I can tell you the haircut.
So, after I finish freaking out and contacting everybody I know in a panic, my friends all offer to let me stay with them but only after a good spiritual cleansing and possible exorcism. Eventually it becomes a humorous tale after we decide the ghost is obviously madly in love with me and wants me to have his little ghost babies. (I know it's a leap, but it helps me sleep at night without rosary).
As I'm doing a little research ie..Google. I come across several sites dedicated to hauntings in my area. THIS PLACE IS FREAKING HAUNTED! I mean every housing area on post has a different spooky story. Half of my neighbors have complained about something watching them. We've all had little oddities that can't be explained. You can't tell me it was all because of the Deployment Gnome! (I have my other issues with that little b@#$@^*). But my favorite revelation, is probably the smell of acetone. After numerous doctor visits, scans, neurologist etc.. we couldn't figure out why I keep smelling nail polish remover. Well...thank to Google, I know know its due to a ghost attaching itself to me. THANKS GOOGLE!
My ghost appears to be a friendly ghost, kinda like Casper, only not as talkative. If I start hearing voices, I think it may be time to pack up and move on to future breakdowns. I've come accustomed to my visitor. Not so much that I don't freak out going down the stairs at night, but there is a part of me that will miss him/her/them when I leave.
Until then, atleast Tricare covers therapy.
I can handle the idea of telekinesis, psychic phenomenon and even alien occurences (I figure if something wants to come billions of light years to probe my rear, they must really like me lol)but the idea that the spirit of a pissed off ghost watching me shower scares the woowoo outta me.
Those who know me personally have all seen the picture and heard this story 1000s of times and it still freaks me out to tell the following story. About a year ago, I am setting up my new webcam when it snaps a pic. Not paying much attention I go about my business. Later that night after I get done speaking to my husband via webcam the album was open. So...I see the picture that was snapped. Keep in mind, I was sitting alone in my room, in front of the computer. There was what obviously appears to be a young male facing me. When I say obvious, I mean OBVIOUS. You can not only make out the head, the ears and the sweater he was wearing, but I can tell you the haircut.
So, after I finish freaking out and contacting everybody I know in a panic, my friends all offer to let me stay with them but only after a good spiritual cleansing and possible exorcism. Eventually it becomes a humorous tale after we decide the ghost is obviously madly in love with me and wants me to have his little ghost babies. (I know it's a leap, but it helps me sleep at night without rosary).
As I'm doing a little research ie..Google. I come across several sites dedicated to hauntings in my area. THIS PLACE IS FREAKING HAUNTED! I mean every housing area on post has a different spooky story. Half of my neighbors have complained about something watching them. We've all had little oddities that can't be explained. You can't tell me it was all because of the Deployment Gnome! (I have my other issues with that little b@#$@^*). But my favorite revelation, is probably the smell of acetone. After numerous doctor visits, scans, neurologist etc.. we couldn't figure out why I keep smelling nail polish remover. Well...thank to Google, I know know its due to a ghost attaching itself to me. THANKS GOOGLE!
My ghost appears to be a friendly ghost, kinda like Casper, only not as talkative. If I start hearing voices, I think it may be time to pack up and move on to future breakdowns. I've come accustomed to my visitor. Not so much that I don't freak out going down the stairs at night, but there is a part of me that will miss him/her/them when I leave.
Until then, atleast Tricare covers therapy.
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