I will be the first to say that I am not a mentally healthy person. I have endured some very traumatic experiences throughout the course of my life, and they have certainly made being a military wife an even more difficult experience than what it is for the average person. I was first diagnosed with clinical depression and post traumatic stress disorder at the age of 8 years old by a social worker that I can't even remember meeting. In fact, I don't remember much at all from my childhood until I'm about 13 or 14, and most of what I do remember is school related. Almost none pertains to my home life, and most of what I do know I've had to piece together throughout the years by what little information I can get from my family and the tiniest scraps of memory that I have. Most of what I remember I wish I didn't.
These days I live with the diagnoses of clinical depression, PTSD, and generalized anxiety disorder which is another thing I have most likely had since I was a child. I also strongly suspect that I suffer from Borderline Personality Disorder as well, but have not been diagnosed officially by a mental health professional. Unfortunately the woman that I went to see dismissed my concerns stating that were I to have said disorder that she would be able to tell the moment I walked through the door. Did you know diagnostic medicine worked that way? Why didn't anyone tell me?! In regards to BPD I do display many of the symptoms. I am a championship compartmentalizer and am often very dissociated from my feelings. I've had self harm and suicidal ideations since I was about 10, and my ability to control my emotions is pretty much nil even now at 21 years of age. All three of the other disorders that I have are also very commonly found in conjunction with BPD, and I have alot of the behavior characteristics such as black-and-white thinking and an intense fear of abandonment.
So how does this play into military life?
Well, to start my husband leaving for basic training was a deeply traumatic experience for me. I ended up in the hospital three times for anxiety attacks. I couldn't watch any commercials because I would start to cry uncontrollably. I had at least 3 anxiety attacks a week. I barely ate and hardly slept. I'm pretty sure my husband got more sleep in basic than I did while he was in basic. For the first two weeks he was gone I couldn't go anywhere without the buildabear's we had made for each other before we left. For me it wasn't like he had just gone and was coming back later; it was like he had died and was never coming home. I was convinced that the man who would be at the graduation would be nothing but a shell of the man I once loved replaced with someone new who the Navy had brainwashed to be what they wanted. Consequently I was heartbroken. Even now just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
This may sound extreme, and in truth it is, but for me losing someone I loved so much was the worst thing that could have happened. I had finally found someone who I really, truly believed loved and cared about me and actually accepted me for who I was... and still loved me. For someone who had spent their whole life feeling rejected and unwanted that was, and is, a monumental thing. And that was taken away from me, or so I thought, and that was devastating. Crushing. Heartbreaking. It was by far the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. It physically hurt me, and took a huge toll on my health. It took 6 months of intense work, endless patience from my husband who deserves more credit than he will ever get, and more love than I ever thought I would receive from another human being in my life.
So how did we conquer this? Ironically, through baby steps. Yep. Nothing exciting. Just baby steps. With all the stuff I went through in basic I have developed a PTSD response to just about anything Navy related. I still, nearly two years later, cannot listen to the opening lines of the oath that they all say without crying. Even thinking about it now I'm tearing up. I don't watch the news, and every time Curt(one of my managers at work) turns on the news if I'm in the breakroom he has to promise me that he'll change the channel if anything about ISIS comes on. I can't handle it. It brings all those feelings back and throws me into emotional despair. PTSD never really leaves you. Thankfully, it can be managed and made better, and one of the best things Cameron and I ever did was realize that I needed to experience everything in baby steps. So to start things were small. He would tell me something silly that happened while he was in class training or that he was experiencing "death by powerpoint" as we call it. I would hear about some cool event they were doing. Just little day to day things. As we moved on and he realized that I could handle more he would tell me something slightly bigger. And once I was okay with that I would hear something slightly bigger than that. I was certainly not perfect, and I'm certainly not now, but it helped to keep things in what was maybe slightly uncomfortable, but not unbearable so I could learn to cope.
Today, a year and a half later, things are better, but there are still things that upset me. I still can't hear the oath. I still left the house and cried at the park up the road when my husband moved his uniforms into the rental house when I stayed down there for a month after our wedding. I still absolutely refuse to go on any military base without Cameron there to hold my hand(I also won't drive on, seeing as how I freak out about having my ID ready at least two miles before the checkpoint), and I'm still way too afraid to go on the carrier for a tour, but I've never liked boats so that's just like combining two fears into one there :P But I'm better than where I was, and that for now is a good start to make. I will never be 100% comfortable in the military world. I just know that about myself. I don't fit in, and it has left me with many mental scars, and I'm okay with that. Why? Because I look at where I am now, and I realize that I would have never learned so much about how to cope with things I find to be unpleasant and painful without this experience. I was able to have a calm, rational conversation with my husband about how it bothered me that his job is essentially helping people to kill other people(yes, they may be bad people, but I'm very sensitive and I just can't justify it in any capacity :/ you're talking to the woman who cried watching people hack up live lobsters on Iron Chef America, okay? I have a really big heart). For me that is monumental. Seriously. To be able to calmly explain my feelings and what triggered me is an immensely big deal for me, and I know that Cameron was incredibly proud of me for how well I handled that. A year ago I would have been screaming, crying, and freaking the freak out. And I didn't do that. Instead, I handled it in the right way, and I'm so proud of myself for doing so.
Being a navy wife is certainly not my calling in life, and it's certainly not something I want to do a minute longer than I have to, but I am grateful for the experience and for learning more and more about myself as time goes on. It may not be easy, but it has brought growth to my relationship with my sweetie, and my own personal growth as well. If I can do it... well, not everyone can. But there are certainly more people out there who could if they wanted to. If the mentally ill girl can take it on then you can too!
I have a wonderful quote that I had tattooed on my shoulder, and it's one we could all stand to remember every once in awhile: "And this, too, shall pass". Whatever we are going though, good or bad, will always pass in time. So whether you're a navy wife wishing for escape from military life, or someone who's just struggling with their chemistry homework(... nope, that would never, ever be me!) things will always end, and there is always a light at the end of the tunnel as long as we are willing to continue to make a single step forward at a time. And that's just what I intend to do.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
In Which I Discuss Children...
So I've been married for about 6 months now, and one of the topics that annoys me most is the topic of children. Now don't get me wrong I ADORE children, and I am so excited for the day where I get to be a parent with my sweetie, but why, oh why, must everyone assume that I'm pregnant every two seconds?!
My fine jewelry manager(who is pretty much my favorite manager in the whole store) was joking about how I was going to come back to work after my honeymoon pregnant(I may or may not have threatened to kick him in the teeth for that), and even before that any time I felt under the weather in any way I always had at least one coworker either ask, or sometimes just flat out make the statement, if I was pregnant. This happened on a pretty consistent basis especially if people knew that I had recently gone to see my husband who was my boyfriend/fiance at the time.
So where are we now? Well since my husband's been gone for six months(although we did hit the halfway point for the deployment on January 12th :D) people have stopped asking if I'm with child. Now my new question is, "So when are you going to have kids?" And my response of waiting until my husband is out of the service to start talking about that is either met with people totally understanding... or looking at me like I'm crazy.
First, I just want to say that to those who have chosen to have children whilst being married to, or dating, an active duty service member GOOD ON YOU! You have managed to do what I could not, and I applaud you. The truth is that I have absolutely no desire to bring a child into this world right now especially with my husband being deployed. The idea of being pregnant and alone just really doesn't appeal to me at all. But even if Cameron was home right now I still really wouldn't want to think about having children, and the reason is fairly simple: I can't raise a child alone. Now you're probably thinking about all the single moms you know, and all the other women that have done this and been okay, and you're right it's not impossible. However, just because it's not impossible doesn't mean that all of us can do it. Allow me to explain some of my rational.
1. I am absolutely horrific without sleep.
Seriously. I am the biggest baby after about two days of not getting enough sleep. I get super duper emotional, and any and all ability that I have to cope with anything goes right out the window. It's pretty common for me to either cry or have a complete breakdown from being so tired for the silliest of reasons. I need another human being around to help me so I don't go insane.
2. I would be really angry at my husband for not being there.
Now this sounds horrible, but let me explain. I grew up in a family where my brother and I always had at least one of our parents around at pretty much all times to take care of us. My dad is a baker and has always worked early in the day so he would be home by about 2pm every day, and that was even earlier when I was really little. My mom worked part time, but she would work while my brother and I were at school. I would be more angry at my husband for not being there to be a father to our child than I would be at him for leaving me alone with said child.
3. It's really hard to watch my husband be a father if he's not home.
This sounds silly, but in all honesty I want to watch my sweetie be a dad. We have little stuffed animal kiddos(we made BuildaBear's for each other before he went to basic, and them being our kiddos since we made them together became a joke that has just kind of stuck) and I love all the cute little things that we do with them. I get emails from Cameron's little puppy Douglas talking about how he misses Mommy, and he sends emails to Lexi, who's my little bunny, telling her that he misses her and loves her and can't wait to be at home with her. It's so freaking adorable that I just don't even know what to do with it sometimes. I want to see him interact with our actual kids in real life not just in email form, and he kind of can't do that without being here.
4. My love language is not compatible with a long distance relationship.
If you haven't heard of the Five Love Languages which is a book by Gary Chapman please go read it now. It is amazing and will affect so so many aspects of your life. The whole idea is that there are five way in which people communicate love, and things that others do that make people feel loved in turn. They are as follows: physical touch(not like sex, but hugs and kisses and holding hands and cuddling. That sort of thing), quality time, words of affirmation(hearing I love you, appreciation for the things they do, etc...), gifts, and acts of service. Cameron's main love language that he likes me to speak to make him feel loved is words of affirmation. He likes to hear that I love him, that I miss him, that I think he's a great husband, and things like that, and I am more than happy to say those things to him. I know it makes him feel loved and appreciated, and I really do love him and think he's a wonderful husband. Despite being married and sharing all our money I still thank him when he buys me a gift or takes me out to dinner, because I appreciate him doing those things for me. Words of affirmation is a pretty easy one to accomplish long distance. It might not be the same as hearing me say it to his face, but I know getting a sweet email or a rare phone call is a pretty good substitute for my sweetie and that's great. I'm glad I have ways that I can still speak my husband's love language even when he's not right there. Mine on the other hand is pretty damn near impossible. My love language is quality time. I love having my sweetie around, I really, really do. I love when he goes and runs errands with me or goes shopping with me(I really did score a great guy cause Cameron actually enjoys going clothes shopping with me. Plus he's like crazy patient. I'm a very lucky girl :D) or just spends time with me. He holds my hand, makes silly jokes, carries my purse if my shoulder starts to hurt(dead serious here. Most of the time he'll take it from me if just say my shoulder hurts. He shows me he loves me via acts of service :) too cute <3), and in general is just pretty happy to have me around even if we're not doing anything of great interest, and I'm more than happy to have him around, because when he spends time with me I feel loved and content.
Unfortunately, this is pretty much impossible to do long distance especially when he's deployed. Normally, when he's actually in the country, he'll call me every day even if it's just for a couple minutes to tell me he loves me and that he's thinking about me. If he could do that right now I'd be doing alot better, but he can't.
So what does this have to do with children? Well, right now we're at the halfway point of the deployment, and I'm really depressed. Like clinically depressed which isn't surprising since I was first diagnosed with clinical depression at the tender age of eight(I also suffer from PTSD and generalized anxiety disorder, but that's a discussion for another time). But right now not only is my main supporter and cheerleader gone, but he can't speak my love language and that hurts. Try as he might with kind words, daily emails, and phone calls as often as he can that just doesn't work for me. It helps, but that's not what makes me feel loved the most. I don't want to bring a child into the world knowing that if Daddy has to be gone for a couple months that I struggle to function after a certain point. I have a very definite limit when it comes to this, and the last thing I need to teach a child in this situation is unhelpful ways to cope with what is a difficult situation for anyone. The truth is that this is just not something that I will ever really do well with, and I don't need to have a child watch me struggle though this in the process.
Those are just some of the reasons why children are not on my priority list right now. Besides that I have a degree to finish, and now just doesn't seem to be the right time for us. So. If you happen to see me out in the real world, and I say I'm not feeling well please realize I'm just not feeling well, and not, in fact, expecting a little bundle of joy. I have lots of joy, but it's not coming in little bundles quite yet. For right now I'm quite happy to have my greatest joyful moment be the moment my husband comes home <3
My fine jewelry manager(who is pretty much my favorite manager in the whole store) was joking about how I was going to come back to work after my honeymoon pregnant(I may or may not have threatened to kick him in the teeth for that), and even before that any time I felt under the weather in any way I always had at least one coworker either ask, or sometimes just flat out make the statement, if I was pregnant. This happened on a pretty consistent basis especially if people knew that I had recently gone to see my husband who was my boyfriend/fiance at the time.
So where are we now? Well since my husband's been gone for six months(although we did hit the halfway point for the deployment on January 12th :D) people have stopped asking if I'm with child. Now my new question is, "So when are you going to have kids?" And my response of waiting until my husband is out of the service to start talking about that is either met with people totally understanding... or looking at me like I'm crazy.
First, I just want to say that to those who have chosen to have children whilst being married to, or dating, an active duty service member GOOD ON YOU! You have managed to do what I could not, and I applaud you. The truth is that I have absolutely no desire to bring a child into this world right now especially with my husband being deployed. The idea of being pregnant and alone just really doesn't appeal to me at all. But even if Cameron was home right now I still really wouldn't want to think about having children, and the reason is fairly simple: I can't raise a child alone. Now you're probably thinking about all the single moms you know, and all the other women that have done this and been okay, and you're right it's not impossible. However, just because it's not impossible doesn't mean that all of us can do it. Allow me to explain some of my rational.
1. I am absolutely horrific without sleep.
Seriously. I am the biggest baby after about two days of not getting enough sleep. I get super duper emotional, and any and all ability that I have to cope with anything goes right out the window. It's pretty common for me to either cry or have a complete breakdown from being so tired for the silliest of reasons. I need another human being around to help me so I don't go insane.
2. I would be really angry at my husband for not being there.
Now this sounds horrible, but let me explain. I grew up in a family where my brother and I always had at least one of our parents around at pretty much all times to take care of us. My dad is a baker and has always worked early in the day so he would be home by about 2pm every day, and that was even earlier when I was really little. My mom worked part time, but she would work while my brother and I were at school. I would be more angry at my husband for not being there to be a father to our child than I would be at him for leaving me alone with said child.
3. It's really hard to watch my husband be a father if he's not home.
This sounds silly, but in all honesty I want to watch my sweetie be a dad. We have little stuffed animal kiddos(we made BuildaBear's for each other before he went to basic, and them being our kiddos since we made them together became a joke that has just kind of stuck) and I love all the cute little things that we do with them. I get emails from Cameron's little puppy Douglas talking about how he misses Mommy, and he sends emails to Lexi, who's my little bunny, telling her that he misses her and loves her and can't wait to be at home with her. It's so freaking adorable that I just don't even know what to do with it sometimes. I want to see him interact with our actual kids in real life not just in email form, and he kind of can't do that without being here.
4. My love language is not compatible with a long distance relationship.
If you haven't heard of the Five Love Languages which is a book by Gary Chapman please go read it now. It is amazing and will affect so so many aspects of your life. The whole idea is that there are five way in which people communicate love, and things that others do that make people feel loved in turn. They are as follows: physical touch(not like sex, but hugs and kisses and holding hands and cuddling. That sort of thing), quality time, words of affirmation(hearing I love you, appreciation for the things they do, etc...), gifts, and acts of service. Cameron's main love language that he likes me to speak to make him feel loved is words of affirmation. He likes to hear that I love him, that I miss him, that I think he's a great husband, and things like that, and I am more than happy to say those things to him. I know it makes him feel loved and appreciated, and I really do love him and think he's a wonderful husband. Despite being married and sharing all our money I still thank him when he buys me a gift or takes me out to dinner, because I appreciate him doing those things for me. Words of affirmation is a pretty easy one to accomplish long distance. It might not be the same as hearing me say it to his face, but I know getting a sweet email or a rare phone call is a pretty good substitute for my sweetie and that's great. I'm glad I have ways that I can still speak my husband's love language even when he's not right there. Mine on the other hand is pretty damn near impossible. My love language is quality time. I love having my sweetie around, I really, really do. I love when he goes and runs errands with me or goes shopping with me(I really did score a great guy cause Cameron actually enjoys going clothes shopping with me. Plus he's like crazy patient. I'm a very lucky girl :D) or just spends time with me. He holds my hand, makes silly jokes, carries my purse if my shoulder starts to hurt(dead serious here. Most of the time he'll take it from me if just say my shoulder hurts. He shows me he loves me via acts of service :) too cute <3), and in general is just pretty happy to have me around even if we're not doing anything of great interest, and I'm more than happy to have him around, because when he spends time with me I feel loved and content.
Unfortunately, this is pretty much impossible to do long distance especially when he's deployed. Normally, when he's actually in the country, he'll call me every day even if it's just for a couple minutes to tell me he loves me and that he's thinking about me. If he could do that right now I'd be doing alot better, but he can't.
So what does this have to do with children? Well, right now we're at the halfway point of the deployment, and I'm really depressed. Like clinically depressed which isn't surprising since I was first diagnosed with clinical depression at the tender age of eight(I also suffer from PTSD and generalized anxiety disorder, but that's a discussion for another time). But right now not only is my main supporter and cheerleader gone, but he can't speak my love language and that hurts. Try as he might with kind words, daily emails, and phone calls as often as he can that just doesn't work for me. It helps, but that's not what makes me feel loved the most. I don't want to bring a child into the world knowing that if Daddy has to be gone for a couple months that I struggle to function after a certain point. I have a very definite limit when it comes to this, and the last thing I need to teach a child in this situation is unhelpful ways to cope with what is a difficult situation for anyone. The truth is that this is just not something that I will ever really do well with, and I don't need to have a child watch me struggle though this in the process.
Those are just some of the reasons why children are not on my priority list right now. Besides that I have a degree to finish, and now just doesn't seem to be the right time for us. So. If you happen to see me out in the real world, and I say I'm not feeling well please realize I'm just not feeling well, and not, in fact, expecting a little bundle of joy. I have lots of joy, but it's not coming in little bundles quite yet. For right now I'm quite happy to have my greatest joyful moment be the moment my husband comes home <3
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Holiday Season 2014: A Recap
So my holiday season was a very difficult one this year. Not only did I deal with my husband being gone, but I also dealt with many other challenges. First, I work retail, and there's always something kooky that happens during the day, and second there's Black Friday. Oh black friday... something I dread every year. In my world it's turned into Black Thursday since many stores have started opening on Thursday night, i.e. Thanksgiving, for crazed shoppers desperate for a good deal. Just so you know, for those of you that do black friday shopping, please don't shop on thanksgiving. If you're out shopping than someone is away from their family at work so they can help you, and no we don't get a choice, and no not all of us have the option to work somewhere else. If no one worked retail there wouldn't be anywhere for you to shop. So please don't do it. Also, please don't apologize to the workers who are working on Thanksgiving whilst you're shopping on Thanksgiving. It creates really awkward moments. And yes, someone really did apologize to me for having to work on Thanksgiving after she bought $200 worth of stuff on Thanksgiving... awkward!
Anyhoozle, my husband being gone this year was incredibly difficult on me. I was so sad, and really, I never actually got into the holidays at all. I wasn't at all excited for Christmas or Thanksgiving, and to me most of it was just like any other day. I think had I had my hubbybear around(my nickname for him is honeybear just FYI) things would have been alot better, and I would have been alot more in the spirit. As if that wasn't enough a week before my chemistry final, and a week before my husband's Christmas package had to be in the mail as well, my car was stolen. Yep. I had my car stolen at the very beginning of December right as I'm trying to get everything together so my honeybear has something from me for Christmas, and getting all prepared for a huge cumulative final. It was awful. I was so upset. The worst part was it was stolen from in front of my complex(I live at the back of a condo complex) in the morning when tons of people should have been driving by. Awesome. It was found and I got it back, but that was a really stressful time, and I'm still somewhat afraid to drive my car for fear that it will be taken again :/
As if that wasn't enough we also though my husband's Christmas package got lost in the mail. Apparently the military post office couldn't be bothered to update the tracking information so it looked as though it had been lost. Thankfully we found out the military just never updated the information for tracking(thanks guys! :/), and it made it to him in time for Christmas, but that was extremely upsetting especially considering at that point I hadn't gotten my car back yet(there was drama with getting the wheel that got bent fixed thanks to my insurance company screwing up...), and I'd worked so hard to get that package together in spite of everything that had happened.
To top it all off upon going to my father in law's house, who has been kind enough to store stuff for my husband including his car, to pick up my husband's car since mine was MIA I found out he'd put his house on the market without telling myself or my husband. Clearly there wasn't enough stress on my life yet. So far the house hasn't sold, and we'll see what happens with that.
That pretty much was my holiday season. I for one am very glad that it's over. It was utter chaos and filled with a ton of ups and downs and really was just not a good holiday season at all. The hardest part was dealing with all of this without my husband being around. My family isn't always the best support system, and in situations where things are really hard I always find myself wishing that I had my honeybear to help get me through :/
Thankfully a new year has started and in about 6 months my boy will be home :) I can't even wait :D
Anyhoozle, my husband being gone this year was incredibly difficult on me. I was so sad, and really, I never actually got into the holidays at all. I wasn't at all excited for Christmas or Thanksgiving, and to me most of it was just like any other day. I think had I had my hubbybear around(my nickname for him is honeybear just FYI) things would have been alot better, and I would have been alot more in the spirit. As if that wasn't enough a week before my chemistry final, and a week before my husband's Christmas package had to be in the mail as well, my car was stolen. Yep. I had my car stolen at the very beginning of December right as I'm trying to get everything together so my honeybear has something from me for Christmas, and getting all prepared for a huge cumulative final. It was awful. I was so upset. The worst part was it was stolen from in front of my complex(I live at the back of a condo complex) in the morning when tons of people should have been driving by. Awesome. It was found and I got it back, but that was a really stressful time, and I'm still somewhat afraid to drive my car for fear that it will be taken again :/
As if that wasn't enough we also though my husband's Christmas package got lost in the mail. Apparently the military post office couldn't be bothered to update the tracking information so it looked as though it had been lost. Thankfully we found out the military just never updated the information for tracking(thanks guys! :/), and it made it to him in time for Christmas, but that was extremely upsetting especially considering at that point I hadn't gotten my car back yet(there was drama with getting the wheel that got bent fixed thanks to my insurance company screwing up...), and I'd worked so hard to get that package together in spite of everything that had happened.
To top it all off upon going to my father in law's house, who has been kind enough to store stuff for my husband including his car, to pick up my husband's car since mine was MIA I found out he'd put his house on the market without telling myself or my husband. Clearly there wasn't enough stress on my life yet. So far the house hasn't sold, and we'll see what happens with that.
That pretty much was my holiday season. I for one am very glad that it's over. It was utter chaos and filled with a ton of ups and downs and really was just not a good holiday season at all. The hardest part was dealing with all of this without my husband being around. My family isn't always the best support system, and in situations where things are really hard I always find myself wishing that I had my honeybear to help get me through :/
Thankfully a new year has started and in about 6 months my boy will be home :) I can't even wait :D
Friday, January 9, 2015
A New Start for 2015!
Hello!
Well, it's been forever since I've written anything, but the truth is that the holiday season was insanity! I switched to a more specialty department at my job in October, and training for that was absolutely nuts. In all seriousness I spent two weeks just going through videos that dealt with product knowledge(I'm currently working as a makeup/skincare product consultant for a department store in case you were curious), and then rolled right into the holiday season. Between that an a six credit Chem class complete with lab I was extremely busy so writing kind of fell on the back burner.
This year though I really want to focus more on sharing my experiences in being an extremely reluctant, and nonconforming navy wife, because I'm sure there have to be more women out there like me. And even if you find yourself being on a bit more typical side of things(which is totally okay! I've never been very typical so this really all has to do more with me than anything else) I'm sure that you can relate to some of the things that I'm feeling and going through with this whole experience. So. Starting on Tuesday I will be updating this blog weekly. Yep. Every Tuesday there will be new post for you! :D I'm not so busy at work right now, and I have every Tuesday off from work so I will be working on making sure that something goes up every Tuesday.
When will this start you ask? This coming Tuesday! That's right starting on Tuesday, January 13th, 2015 there will be a new blog post every Tuesday :)
So, if you guys really want to know what's up in the crazy life of this Navy wife please check back here every Tuesday for an update :) I'll be posting about a range of topics from my dealings with the Navy itself, coping with my husband being deployed, how we deal with some of the challenges of being separated from each other on a regular basis(in case you didn't know my husband is stationed in San Diego, CA while I live in near Seattle, WA. The reason I'm not in CA is somewhat complicated to explain briefly, but school, deployment, and relocating all didn't work together. We'll just leave it at that.), and also dealing with some of the emotional issues that I have in the capacity of being married to an active duty sailor.
The first post will talk about my "adventures"this holiday season, and coping with all of that whilst also being the only one to cope with that.
Thank you very much for reading and I'll see you all again on Tuesday! :)
Well, it's been forever since I've written anything, but the truth is that the holiday season was insanity! I switched to a more specialty department at my job in October, and training for that was absolutely nuts. In all seriousness I spent two weeks just going through videos that dealt with product knowledge(I'm currently working as a makeup/skincare product consultant for a department store in case you were curious), and then rolled right into the holiday season. Between that an a six credit Chem class complete with lab I was extremely busy so writing kind of fell on the back burner.
This year though I really want to focus more on sharing my experiences in being an extremely reluctant, and nonconforming navy wife, because I'm sure there have to be more women out there like me. And even if you find yourself being on a bit more typical side of things(which is totally okay! I've never been very typical so this really all has to do more with me than anything else) I'm sure that you can relate to some of the things that I'm feeling and going through with this whole experience. So. Starting on Tuesday I will be updating this blog weekly. Yep. Every Tuesday there will be new post for you! :D I'm not so busy at work right now, and I have every Tuesday off from work so I will be working on making sure that something goes up every Tuesday.
When will this start you ask? This coming Tuesday! That's right starting on Tuesday, January 13th, 2015 there will be a new blog post every Tuesday :)
So, if you guys really want to know what's up in the crazy life of this Navy wife please check back here every Tuesday for an update :) I'll be posting about a range of topics from my dealings with the Navy itself, coping with my husband being deployed, how we deal with some of the challenges of being separated from each other on a regular basis(in case you didn't know my husband is stationed in San Diego, CA while I live in near Seattle, WA. The reason I'm not in CA is somewhat complicated to explain briefly, but school, deployment, and relocating all didn't work together. We'll just leave it at that.), and also dealing with some of the emotional issues that I have in the capacity of being married to an active duty sailor.
The first post will talk about my "adventures"this holiday season, and coping with all of that whilst also being the only one to cope with that.
Thank you very much for reading and I'll see you all again on Tuesday! :)
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