Recently I was in the car with a close friend of mine. We were running some pretty mundane errands, and just sitting in traffic chatting away. I can't remember how we got to the topic, but she asked me "What was the toughest thing you experienced when you were in the military?" Off hand, I couldn't really think of anything. I responded with how I've learned to compartmentalize so much, that I struggled with pin-pointing something specific. I don't know why, but this specific question has been recycling in my head. Why couldn't I think of something specific? Was my career so boring that I didn't have anything that really challenged me? Was I so numb that I didn't feel anything? Maybe it was so traumatic that I just pushed it all so far down that it's buried under years of piled stuff.
Today, something inside me just clicked. I realized the hardest thing I had to do when I was active duty was leaving home....
I left my loved ones
I left a life full of love and support
I left years of making memories with the ones I loved most
My first year was so hard on my emotional state, but I couldn't just quit and go back to being nothing. I couldn't go through all this pain just to fail and go back to the life with no direction. I had to make my leaving worth something. I needed to become someone successful.
In order to cope, I started reading some self help books. Chicken soup for the soul. Cheesy, I know but it helped me more than I thought it would. It gave me the confidence in myself to keep pushing forward with purpose and drive. It created an alter ego that kept me from myself.
Now I'm on a journey to find her and refine her, not redefine her...