Still Crazy But I'm Okay

<p>PTSD was always there; however recognizing it has been the journey. Even after being repeatedly told by doctors and family members that I was suffering from it I always denied it. PTSD was for the weak-the guys who couldn't hack it crybabies looking for a shoulder to cry on. It couldn't happen to me.</p><p></p><p>Well here I sit crying like a baby day after day. How can that happen to me? I'm tough. I did my job. I am a truly proud combat-tested Marine. I raised a family and with help from my very understanding wife of fifty-six years was able to provide an upper-middle-class lifestyle.</p><p></p><p>Some have told me that writing this book must have been great therapy for me. Not so. I still suffer from PTSD and I assume I always will. What I have learned while engaged in this venture is that I can live with it. I just have to know it and continually remind myself that just like the drug addict on the street I will have to live with it each day-one day at a time.</p>