“we almost dated” is such a weird relationship to have with someone
Plus the sequel “we never got closure”
And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”
“we almost dated” is such a weird relationship to have with someone
Plus the sequel “we never got closure”
And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”
“YEARS after I first returned from Iraq and started having thoughts and visions of killing myself, I’d call the Department of Veterans Affairs. They always put me on hold.”
I wasn’t about to pull the trigger just then, I just wanted help, so I held on. The wait was long — sometimes 45 minutes to an hour — at which point someone would pick up and either put me on hold again or transfer me over to someone else to schedule an appointment to seek treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder. In my experience, the wait for an appointment was typically eight to 10 weeks, but sometimes as long as three to four months. …
Before, I thought it was a miracle that I survived the Iraq war. Now I’m thinking it’s a miracle I’m still alive after dealing with the V.A. for so long.”
“I enrolled in the V.A. health care system in 2004, soon after a year of service in Iraq. I’ve been to countless V.A. hospitals since, and they’re all the same. If you want to know what the price of freedom looks like, go to a V.A. waiting room — wheelchairs, missing limbs, walking wounded, you get all of the above. One day not long ago, while waiting for my PTSD medication, I struck up a conversation with a Vietnam veteran, who told me the message he’d gotten from his treatment at the V.A., and his country, was not “Thank you for serving,” but “Thank you for being expendable.””
“we almost dated” is such a weird relationship to have with someone
Plus the sequel “we never got closure”
And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”
