Headspace and Timing: Veteran Mental Health from a Combat
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1 Duane K. L. France Mental Health from a Combat Veteran Perspective: A Selection of Head Space and Timing Blog Posts 2016 A Soldier helps a fellow Soldier onto a rooftop. U.S.Army photo by Sgt. Kimberly Hackbarth This resource in it’s current form is intended solely for the use of those to whom it is specifically provided in person or through the www.veteranmentalhealth.com website This resource is not for sale, public distribution, or other than personal use to those individuals to whom it is given. Due to copyrighted material used in this resource, please request permission from Colorado Veterans Health and Wellness Center staff before reproducing or distributing this material. All External material is attributed to the author, agency, or developer in the original post online through links to their content. 5 December 2016 Duane K. L. France, MA, NCC, LPCc Colorado Veterans Health and Wellness Center 2 THE MISSION IS THE WELFARE OF THE SOLDIER The Army’s Creed of the Noncommissioned Officer contains these critical lines: “My two basic responsibilities will always be uppermost in my mind: the accomplishment of my mission and the welfare of my Soldiers.” Those two points of focus encapsulated everything that I was as a leader: the mission I was required to accomplish and the welfare of those who trusted me to lead them. Once I retired from the Army, however, the focus didn’t change…but now, the mission is the welfare of the Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine, and Coast Guardsman. Veterans need your help. Not the kind of help that comes with a new license plate, or stickers on a window, or even a sincere “thank you for your service.” All of those things are great, and necessary, for both you and the veteran. But they are not what the veteran needs. I have found that a veteran needs to feel safe. Wants to feel normal. Needs to understand that the things they experienced, what they went through, did not “warp” them or “corrupt” them. Veterans need to understand that they are not “crazy”. I am a veteran myself, over 22 years in the Army with three combat tours and several additional operational deployments. This is not about me, though, not some shameless self-promotion geared towards greater visibility. This is about lending weight and legitimacy to what I have to say…I know whereof I speak, in a sense. I am also a mental health counselor, and currently work with veterans involved in the justice system. They have made mistakes, like the rest of us. They need my help. They need YOUR help. They need to know, as they have left the military for whatever reason, that the simple act of raising their hand and swearing to support and defend the constitution of the United States was a turning point in their life. What follows is a compilation of my thoughts on different aspects of veteran life, mental health, and wellness. If we run into each other, let’s talk about the stigma that exists that keeps veterans from talking about their fears, their triumphs, their disappointments, and their grief. Let’s talk about what we can do to satisfy the needs that veterans have. Let’s truly help veterans, one at a time, understand that their welfare is our mission. Interested in sharing this with someone? You can find the original post online at www.veteranmentalhealth.com or by searching for the title in the search engine of your choice. 3 Duane K. L. France AN OPEN LETTER TO AMERICA, FROM ONE OF YOUR VETERANS Dear America, Just wanted to take a few minutes to say thanks and get a few things off my chest. Life’s been a little challenging for us veterans, maybe more than we expected. When I joined your Armed Forces, I looked around and saw a cross-section of your citizens that I never knew existed before. The brothers and sisters that I saw while I was in came from every state, every ethnicity, and every religion. I saw a Caucasian from California become best friends with an African-American from Mississippi. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but looking back on it, that was kind of amazing, you know? See, when we banded together for a common goal, where a person was from, what they liked or didn’t like, it didn’t seem to matter as much as whether or not that person could get things done. Sometimes I wonder, why can’t the rest of your communities be like that? My reasons for joining your military were as widely different from those of my fellow service members as where we came from. To be honest, life wasn’t always so hot growing up, and maybe joining the service was my only choice to make and the best thing that happened to me, all at the same time. I saw brothers and sisters who joined to pay for college, and then never ended up going to college. My fellow veterans joined because they loved you, because they wanted to get out of where they were at, or because they came from a military family. Once we joined, though, we learned the values of our particular branch of service, and pretty much came to have them as our own: Loyalty. Integrity. Selfless Service. Let me tell you, once you start to believe in stuff like that, it’s really hard to un-believe it. When you do stop believing in those things, it leaves you in a cold place. It’s hard to come back to civilian life and not see those things in the people around me who never served. I grew up watching how veterans from my parent’s generation were treated, and how veterans from my grandparent’s generation were treated. I thank them for their service and sacrifice, but why was it so different for each of them? Things change, I get it, but come on! To have veterans of WWII revered, Korean War veterans forgotten, Vietnam veterans reviled, and Gulf War veterans forgotten again…really? They joined your military, just like I did. Are we going to keep the cycle going? How will your people see me and my brothers and sisters in fifty years? If how I see things going now is any indication, it’s probably going to be a mix of all of them! Do you know why I love you so much? Because I saw firsthand what it was like to live in a place that was NOT you. Some of it looked like it really sucked, to put it mildly, and I couldn’t wait to get back to you. They say that you don’t really appreciate something until you don’t have it anymore, and that’s certainly true; your military sent me to places that really opened my eyes on that point. There were some really great places, and I thank you for sending me to them; there were also some really crappy places, and it’s harder for me to thank you for sending me there. What I do thank you for is sending me to those crappy places with my brothers and sisters…that made it a whole heck of a lot easier. Your leaders sent me to combat, but I don’t really hold that against them. I know what I signed up for, and if I didn’t, I figured it out pretty quick. It didn’t much matter which political party was in charge, I seemed to get sent to someplace where someone shot at me, so who was in the White House didn’t bother me all that much. It’s not that I’m not interested in politics…I kind of really am, to tell you the truth, because my job was very much an extreme extension of politics…but who my Senator was seemed to matter a whole heck of a lot less than who my An Open Letter To America, From One Of Your Veterans 4 Battle Buddy was. I was somewhat more concerned about who was playing in the World Series or the National Championship than which laws were being passed in Congress. I know I can’t speak for all of my brothers and sisters, but it seemed like there were a lot more important things that were going on, and sometimes I just needed a break. That being said, though, I would appreciate some assistance on the legislative front, even if it is making sure that things are in place so I can receive what I was promised when I joined your military. So I guess the reason I’m writing this letter to you, America, is to kind of let you know where I’m coming from, and to ask for a few favors. Just give me a shot at the American Dream. I don’t want the nice house, good job, peaceful life served up to me on a platter. I wouldn’t feel like I’ve earned it if you just give it to me, and I’m used to working for what I get. I don’t want a handout, but I also don’t want to be left out in the cold…literally. While I love your cities and towns, I don’t love them so much that I want to live on their streets all the time. While I love the idea of justice and fairness, sometimes it’s hard for me to readjust from how I had to think when I was overseas to how I know I need to think here at home, and experiencing fairness and justice from behind bars just adds more challenges on top of what I’m already having.