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I think the last time I was here was back in 05.
Ever since I came back from the Army, I've been struggling with drugs, specifically methamphetamines. I made several attempts to get clean. I pretty much dropped out of life. I was living with bikers and dealing dope, using several times a day. I went almost a year without ever really "coming down". Two years ago, I was arrested and court ordered into rehab. While in inpatient, I learned about VA benefits that I might be entitled to. I scheduled my appointments and months later I get a thing in the mail saying I'm 70% service connected due to PTSD and secondary substance abuse. I'm not saying that my service as an infantryman caused me to get high, I used because I wanted to, it just made things worse. I haven't used the dope since 1-1-07.
Last month I completed a 2 month chemical dependancy program at the VA. This time for booze. Since quitting dope, I became an alcoholic of sorts, mainly because it is legal and acceptable(?). I've been going to AA for 3+ months and life is definitly getting better.
I've got a claim with the VA for IU now as well as one for SSDI. Once my IU comes to fruition, I'm using the voc rehab program to get back in school and train as a CNC programmer and machinst, which will supplement my MIG, SMAW, and carbon pipe welding certs. Right now I'm going through PTSD counciling at the vet center and trying to create a serene outlook with my girlfriend and my first apartment.
My old lady has helped me greatly, she's one hell of a shrink. I've come to realize that the thing I liked so much about meth was that it kept me awake and alert. I didn't put much validity into PTSD bullshit back then. I was unconsciously trying to find the same high that I found in combat. I liked the way that with meth, there was always something to do and someplace to go.
I always saw you guys as kind of a way extended sort of family. I figured my re-appearing around here might be due an explanation. That's why I'm telling you all this now. I don't plan on dropping out of life again, but one day at a time.
Ever since I came back from the Army, I've been struggling with drugs, specifically methamphetamines. I made several attempts to get clean. I pretty much dropped out of life. I was living with bikers and dealing dope, using several times a day. I went almost a year without ever really "coming down". Two years ago, I was arrested and court ordered into rehab. While in inpatient, I learned about VA benefits that I might be entitled to. I scheduled my appointments and months later I get a thing in the mail saying I'm 70% service connected due to PTSD and secondary substance abuse. I'm not saying that my service as an infantryman caused me to get high, I used because I wanted to, it just made things worse. I haven't used the dope since 1-1-07.
Last month I completed a 2 month chemical dependancy program at the VA. This time for booze. Since quitting dope, I became an alcoholic of sorts, mainly because it is legal and acceptable(?). I've been going to AA for 3+ months and life is definitly getting better.
I've got a claim with the VA for IU now as well as one for SSDI. Once my IU comes to fruition, I'm using the voc rehab program to get back in school and train as a CNC programmer and machinst, which will supplement my MIG, SMAW, and carbon pipe welding certs. Right now I'm going through PTSD counciling at the vet center and trying to create a serene outlook with my girlfriend and my first apartment.
My old lady has helped me greatly, she's one hell of a shrink. I've come to realize that the thing I liked so much about meth was that it kept me awake and alert. I didn't put much validity into PTSD bullshit back then. I was unconsciously trying to find the same high that I found in combat. I liked the way that with meth, there was always something to do and someplace to go.
I always saw you guys as kind of a way extended sort of family. I figured my re-appearing around here might be due an explanation. That's why I'm telling you all this now. I don't plan on dropping out of life again, but one day at a time.
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