By Samantha Smith – Armor Up West Virginia
PTSD is no stranger in my house. My husband and I both have different degrees of it. The decision for my husband to go to an out of state treatment center was a very abrupt decision. It wasn’t anything we had discussed, but we knew he was going to need help.
The waves of emotions began to take over. We had very little time to prepare for my husband to be gone. The idea of not knowing how long he would be gone for was terrifying. The few days leading up to his send off were some of the most difficult days. I kept telling myself to keep a positive attitude, don’t let him see the worry or fear on my face. I knew if he had the smallest hint of doubt about me not being able to handle everything, he would cancel and not go.
It took a lot of reassurance on my part to let him know we (myself and our daughter) would be ok. Looking back, I think I was also trying to convince myself too. My anxiety was through the roof. I was secretly crying.
