I never intended to reveal that I am a military spouse, but I came home yesterday to the most devastating news. He’s going to deploy again. This time to Afghanistan. Shock waves of pain shuddered inside of me and my whole world suddenly lost meaning. What a life it is being a military spouse, where such bombshells are normal and expected to be obediently tolerated and accepted.
I have exams and reports due this week. My car is in the shop. And next month, my husband will be leave for six months and everything as I know it will fade to gray and quickly enter my peripheral vision. Everything I have accomplished for the past two years, insofar as my mental health and it’s delicate stability, is deteriorating under my feet. I will attempt to crawl from this dark place of mine, but it will likely be a slow process.
He is my best friend and the one who taught me what happiness is really like. He is truly my rock and during meditation, my visions of inner peace are of him.
Forgive my somber tone. Tomorrow is another day. And assuredly it has the potential to be so much brighter.