A state of anxiety
I’m scared shitless about this training, and I’m going to the same command as the guy who molested me to be with my husband, whom I love dearly.
I realize fully what I signed up for, but I’m not mentally prepared anymore. I’m anxious all the time, but I have a good guise of being normal-ish. It’s a ruse I’ve learned because I’ve been surviving rather than living thanks to an onset if acute depression in high school.
My husband, bless his face, when I tell him about my anxiety and fears he tells me to quit. You can’t just quit feeling fear and mistrust of people at large immediately because of one person. He means so much to me. It aggravates me, though, when I say I’m not happy, he says “are you unhappy with me”. I’m unhappy with my prison if a contract. I’m always happy when I’m with him.
If I deploy because some shit hits the fan in the Ukraine, I only thinking the worst things that could happen due to the mass of worry and sadness I’ve turned into.
I needed to vent because vocalization isn’t my strong suit.
Children’s Book Explaining Homosexuality
((Finally. Progress. I love you Germany))
THIS IS FREAKING GREAT
Dad and his friend are very happy together. And that’s why I am happy too.
Well, damn, that got me.