This almost feels like a divorce.
I moved to Hawaii on September 4th, 2020. By then, I had served about 13 years in the military with four combat tours. My mind was in turmoil, my soul lost, and my emotions were numb.
This had an impact on my wife and two kids. My drinking was getting worse, I had nightmares of the war, and my irritability was through the roof. I knew I needed to seek help. I went to therapy for about a year and six months, and I must say, I feel much better.
This island has something magical about it. The atmosphere and the vibes in the air can soothe the soul. I learned meditation techniques during group therapy. Haleiwa Park, near the boat harbor, is where I spent most days meditating. I was also on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications. I no longer drink heavily, and my attitude towards life is very positive. Although I battle symptoms of PTSD every day, I keep a hopeful mind to find peace within myself and in others.
I feel sad that this will be my last time here at this park. I can feel the breeze as I type this blog. The birds chirping, people riding bikes, families gathering under the shade, and listening to Hawaiian music. And how could I forget those beautiful mountains and those turtles, the waves when they crash hard, and the calm waves that can lull you to sleep—the rainbows and the beautiful, magical sunset.
Hawaii, I just want to say thank you, for you have saved my life. A special thanks to the Behavioral Health team at Schofield Barracks and the Tripler hospital, specifically the ninth floor (Pain Management team). A special thanks to the locals who made us feel at home and the families who shared memories with us on the military base.
