My nniece posted this on Facebook and then Father talked about PTSD during the Homily Sunday. How the nightmares ate a memorial to those the soldiers couldn't save.
Dragon left Mass very quiet. Quietly he told me that he needed to hear that today. That it helped. His PTSD seems worse than ever right now but that is how it workes. It gets a lot worse before he gets better.
This time of the year i have my own struggles. I need Dragons leadership to make it but he isn't able to give it to me. This is when I wish we were very close to another dd couple. To have someone to lean on right now.
Maybe one day.
For now I'll pull up my big girl panties and do what I do every yesr. Put on a happy face and pretend this is a happy time.
Dragon finally admited to me that the Christmas music the rest of us love triggers him. It makes him and triggers memories of the war zone. He doesnt want us to turn it off. In a wsy it is minor. Turn off the music. No big deal but it is such a huge part of who we are. It is a sacrifice we are all willing to make.
Todays chore is cleaning the garage. Dragon is overwhelmed by it. A few hours and I'll have it under control. One stressor gone. One more thing Dragon wwon't have to worry about.
My request? Pray for the soldiers who are alone. Who don't have a wife or family to lean on. Being alone makes the holidays nearly unbearable for them.