I'm not intending to play oh woe is me. I really do prefer to fly under the radar with everyone, and everything, but I can see nothing but a grim outlook on my being able to get appropriate help, and to effectively cope with this.
I would describe myself as having arrived at the end of my rope, and wrapping a knot around my wrist because I am to the point of believing my ablility to hang on by myself can no longer be trusted. Then the question comes into focus: What am I hanging on for? Is this the devil whispering in my ear? If so the son of a bitch can be useful while he's here, and organize my med records from me pickin out the pages relevant to my last c&p exam. No free rides dammit.
I often wonder if I am where many have been in the fight, and since those who I am reffering to are gone, without the final chapter of their story being told, I can't help but question where that point of no return is, and If I'm just on the otherside of it. Everything in me says that I am, and it's only a matter of time.
I don't even care about being patriotic anymore, or being proud of serving honorably, I just want this all to go away, and never have to look back again. It's a nightmare that just doesn't end.
I catch myself fantasising about martial law be declared after some kind of event that causes major civil unrest, and pickin' off luters from my balcony with my kalashnikov. I know how to sieze thoughts and evaluate them to see if they are irrational or not, but when they are just so intensely intrusive, it's extremely hard to take them captive, and throw out. I know I dwell on them too long sometimes before I do this.
I had a chat with a doc, a little while back about using booze, and greens to put myself in a state of incoherance as a method of escape. I still continue to, and it seems that it's the only thing that keeps me from offing myself. He said that when I get pie eyed my emotional filters become pourous and will let in thoughts of suicide that I would normally take captive, and discard. I really am just the opposite. If I'm not flyin' high, (not talking about mania, just feeling the euphoric buzz that has become my friend) then I'm in a tailspin, and the trees begin getting bigger really fast.
Where do I go from here? I don't want to go back to the VA for treatment as many times in the past I've just walk out in an even more pissed off mood. I don't want it anymore.
Would like to find a private doc who doesn't have an agenda to progress in. Is there such a thing?