Single Mom & PTSD Well, I have a lot to say here, I just don't know where to start. I was single mom for my daughters first five years, but for six years we had a mom and dad life style. December 23, 2003, I was notified to report on the 27 of December to deploy to Iraq. December 25 I left my daughter and family for over a year. Leavening was hell. I never imagined returning would be eternal hell. I could tell you the long story about my husband, but I will make it short. He saw and protected me from myself through the darkest times. I love him and respect him as a dear friend. (I wasn't there for him so he turned to someone else.) My daughter and I have been on our own for a year now. It is so hard when I have my times where I'm barely keeping things together, and she is acting out. Husband is still there for us, and sometime I do call and tell him I can't do this right now I need your help. He has been really good about that. Even when I went to the ER with chest pains. I called to see if he could pickup my daughter. Instead grandmother swoops in and takes care of her, and he is by my side. Crazy. The thing is I know it can't be this way for ever and it doesn't always work out. The PTSD is CRAZY. I realized, going through the haunted house at Halloween, I had taught my daughter to sweep and scan the area around her. At first I was sadden by it, all these other people a screaming and my daughter is laughing and making fun of the actors. (Because she would see them before they could jump out.) Then I realized she was still having fun. Just in a different way. My daughter recently diagnosed with ADHD and Bipolar, and puberty and PMS. Put that in a small apartment with PTSD and Major Depression.... Not always a fun place to be. But, I have become some what of a pushover. I don't like to upset her; instead I'm upset and pissed off. (Just do what ever she did or didn’t do.) Everyday I feel like I'm waiting for that one last straw. The days when it lands are really scary. I have no idea what I might do. I just lock myself away. I go to group (OIF/OEF) every week. I love the guys and know if I need them they will be there for me, but there is part where I still feel alone. I need know I'm not alone, from another woman. I need help. |