The "Expert" That Isn't.
I've said it before. I'll say it again. I have ZERO credentials in psychotherapy besides a few classes in college. And living with a Combat Vet. And being about 20 years on the other side of being college age.
In "Warrior Lush: The Battle With Combat PTSD Addiction", I made my credentials VERY CLEAR again because I had a "Miss Sassy Pants" TALK SHIT to me about what makes me "qualified" to write about Combat PTSD. Ummm, because I LIVE with a Combat Vet.
Or how about the fact that I have RESEARCHED, CRIED MY EYES OUT and have gotten VERY FAMILIAR with a Monster? You know his name by now. His name is THE COMBAT PTSD MONSTER. If you're reading this, he's probably in YOUR HOME too. How do I know this? Because it has been my experience SO FAR that only Warriors and Warrior Lovers read what I have to say. The rest of the Nation could barely give a shit unless you've got dreadlocks and several "hairy porn" videos out. Then you're a freakin celebrity.
Anyhoo, it has come to my attention AGAIN how BAD we need to bond together as both Warriors and Warrior Lovers. It's kind of like "group" therapy however you don't have to raise your hand in a group of strangers and say "Hi. I'm Lei and my boyfriend was in Fallujah and he killed a bunch of people. Now he has suicidal thoughts, self isolation problems and makes up reasons to detach from me daily."
Guess what? WE KNOW. We haven't been there and got the T-shirt. We LIVE IT every day!
Moving forward, I think that WE NEED to rely on each other and TRULY MOVE FORWARD. I will NEVER claim to get what my Warrior has gone through. However, I will NEVER be so judgemental as to question another person's pain - Warrior or Warrior Lover.
We are only here to help each other. Let's do this in our "group". The "group" that has been there, done that, and DOES NOT WANT a stupid T-shirt!
