Being a veteran who has deployed and has PTSD and MST, mental health is something that is close to my heart. I am currently working on my MSW so I can work with veterans who suffer from the same things as myself. I know that when I first came back from my deployment, I did not trust civilian doctors. They had no clue what I had gone through, and I was seen as though my thoughts were a figment of my imagination. My first PCP worked with men who served in WWII, Korea and Vietnam. Being a woman, I would talk about how I felt, and it seems that my words were left on deaf ears. I had to be the squeaky wheel just to get them to refer me to a mental health provider. I knew I needed help, but it was so hard to get it. This was back in 2005. Now fast forward to 2021 and it appears that things have changed, but in reality they have not. Mental health providers are hard to come by who will work with veterans. With the suicide rate of 22 per day ever looming in social media, and in the press, the urgency to find ways to help veterans with their mental health is more imperative. Looking at holistic ways to help them, such as service dogs, yoga, music and art therapy, are starting to become more mainstream. As I struggle everyday just to get out of bed, my service dog gives me the hope to get through the day, where before I had none. So why is mental health important to me? Because I live with it everyday, and I want to make sure all veterans have the resources to overcome their barriers.

After returning from Iraq in 2005, it was very obvious that I was having issues with living my life as it was before my deployment. As an 88M (Truck Driver) in the Nebraska Army National Guard, we were considered the biggest target on the road. It just seemed like a day to day occurrence to be shot at, IED's going off, and getting mortared at camps. You become numb to it all since it just becomes the new normal. Returning home, I began having a hard time just driving around the small town in which I lived. I was on guard for IED's, and even garbage bags on the side of the road would cause me to begin to hyperventilate and I would break down crying. I began to learn to live with PTSD. I was a single mother with 4 children, and they relied on me. When they were younger, it was easier to get them to go places with me to allow me to have that comfort of not being alone in public. Having that security blanket in them. As they grew older, it was harder to get them to go with me, and I began to retreat back into myself. The VA was of little help. It seemed that once I began to get comfortable with one therapist, they would quit and I would have to wait months, on months, just to be seen again. Medications did not seem to work, and it felt as though my PTSD was getting worse. It began affecting my health more and more each day. Finally I was assigned to a new PA in our local VA clinic. He realized what I was going through, and began advocating for me to get help outside the VA since they were not able to accommodate my mental health needs. I was able to talk to someone who was not associated with the VA, and began to grasp at normalcy in my life. I also decided to go back to school. I finished my bachelors degree in 2007, 2 years after getting home from Iraq. I then decided to begin to dedicate my life to help my fellow veterans. The continuing statistic of 22 soldier committing suicide everyday because of the lack of proper mental health care after a dear friend committed suicide pushed me to change my life. I went back to school, and got my Masters of Arts in Human Services counseling. I applied for jobs with the VA, but kept getting denied because it was not a licensed degree. It was more for group therapy and mediation. That angered me. I want to help, so I bit the bullet and returned to school to work on getting my Masters of Social Work. I will be graduating this next year, and I plan on after getting that degree to specialize in Art Therapy, and become an advocate for service animals. I have realized that until we have adequate mental health services for those who have served our country, and have eradicated the statistic of 22 men and women from taking their lives, we need to do our best to advocate for change. That is my goal in life. To be the change that can save a life.

After returning from Iraq in 2005, it was very obvious that I was having issues with living my life as it was before my deployment. As an 88M (Truck Driver) in the Nebraska Army National Guard, we were considered the biggest target on the road. It just seemed like a day to day occurrence to be shot at, IED's going off, and getting mortared at camps. You become numb to it all since it just becomes the new normal. Returning home, I began having a hard time just driving around the small town in which I lived. I was on guard for IED's, and even garbage bags on the side of the road would cause me to begin to hyperventilate and I would break down crying. I began to learn to live with PTSD. I was a single mother with 4 children, and they relied on me. When they were younger, it was easier to get them to go places with me to allow me to have that comfort of not being alone in public. Having that security blanket in them. As they grew older, it was harder to get them to go with me, and I began to retreat back into myself. The VA was of little help. It seemed that once I began to get comfortable with one therapist, they would quit and I would have to wait months, on months, just to be seen again. Medications did not seem to work, and it felt as though my PTSD was getting worse. It began affecting my health more and more each day. Finally I was assigned to a new PA in our local VA clinic. He realized what I was going through, and began advocating for me to get help outside the VA since they were not able to accommodate my mental health needs. I was able to talk to someone who was not associated with the VA, and began to grasp at normalcy in my life. I also decided to go back to school. I finished my bachelors degree in 2007, 2 years after getting home from Iraq. I then decided to begin to dedicate my life to help my fellow veterans. The continuing statistic of 22 soldier committing suicide everyday because of the lack of proper mental health care after a dear friend committed suicide pushed me to change my life. I went back to school, and got my Masters of Arts in Human Services counseling. I applied for jobs with the VA, but kept getting denied because it was not a licensed degree. It was more for group therapy and mediation. That angered me. I want to help, so I bit the bullet and returned to school to work on getting my Masters of Social Work. I will be graduating this next year, and I plan on after getting that degree to specialize in Art Therapy, and become an advocate for service animals. I have realized that until we have adequate mental health services for those who have served our country, and have eradicated the statistic of 22 men and women from taking their lives, we need to do our best to advocate for change. That is my goal in life. To be the change that can save a life.