I wrote this by pm to a DS PTSD friend here and decided to share with everybody.
I arrived in San Cristobal last night, and what fun it is! The counter clerks recognized me and remembered me from my January trip at my hotel and so did the waiters at the restaurant. It was nice to be so well received on arrival. It's just lovely up here in the mountains of San Cristobal right now. So much nicer than in when I left in the States.
I'm checking my memories of how much I liked this place last time, and they hold up. It's great here.
I had a stopover in Mexico City, and during my wait I met a couple of guys from the USA. One was an Iraq combat vet, an amputee from an I.E.D. We had a great chat until one of the guys turned the topic toward politics. To my consternation, they had a loud row right there and then.
The other guy stormed off, but I hung with the vet for a while longer. I've got my tale of woe from ye olde carbombing when I was a kid overseas. He had quite a tale of woe himself, the kind we know here. How PTSD can really drag your life down, which was why he'd left the States to try to start over on the streets of Mexico City.
I gave him a couple of bucks, and said a prayer for him as I got on my next plane. There but for the grace of God go I, y'all. Prayers for our vets with PTSD, ya know?
Hope you're all well. Stay warm!
We have been married 25 years, I have lived through his porn addiction, the countless lies, an affair, almost loosing our business of 23 years because of his depression and then immigrating across the world to start all over again, through all of the above I have stuck by his side! The older he gets the more insecure, difficult, moody, irritable and super sensitive. I find myself constantly...
It has been a long time since on this site but I have hit a rough spot and just need support just very hesitant. I guess baby step is the way to go.