Bye Haleiwa

Bye Haleiwa

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 mad, my soul lost, and my emotions were dead.

This affected my wife and two kids. My drinking was getting worse, my nightmares of the war and my irritability through the roof. I knew I needed to seek help. I sought 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 help calm the soul. I picked up meditation techniques during group therapy. Haleiwa Park, near the boat harbor, is where I spent most days meditating. I was on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications as well. My heavy drinking is no longer prevalent, and my attitude towards life is very positive. Although I fight 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 put 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-post.




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