Still Crazy, But I'm Okay

PTSD was always there; however, recognizing it has been the journey. Even after being repeatedly told by doctors and family members that I was suffering from it, I always denied it. PTSD was for the weak-the guys who couldn't hack it, crybabies looking for a shoulder to cry on. It couldn't happen to me.

Well, here I sit, crying like a baby day after day. How can that happen to me? I'm tough. I did my job. I am a truly proud, combat-tested Marine. I raised a family, and with help from my very...