Losing My Purpose, Finding My People.

 When I was nine, I knew I was going to join the military. I knew my destiny, my purpose. There was no need for a backup plan. As I got older, it became clear that nothing was going to change that for me. When September eleventh happened, I was in my English class, watching the fear that blanketed our country. My high school was just 15 minutes from O'Hare International Airport. It was the event that made it clear to me who I was and what I wanted: to protect those whom I love. So, I joined the Navy right out of high school.

While I was in the military, I learned so much about myself and the camaraderie that forms when serving with others. My fellow shipmates became my chosen family. These are bonds that can't be broken. Till this day, I have friends I made while serving that I would do anything and everything for. Being discharged so abruptly left me with a wound that I thought would never heal. I mourned not only the absence of my career purpose, but also that of my chosen family.

After arriving home, I was lost; it was such a difficult time. As I mentioned earlier, there was never a plan B. I no longer had my purpose, my direction, and my chosen family was taken from me. The mourning process took such a toll on me. I became angry and bitter with the military. I sat with this for years. Mourning and hating my time in service.

After finding the Vet Center and getting the tools I needed to help me readjust to civilian life, I was able to overcome the hardship I endured. I was able to separate the good from the bad and see all the positives that came from serving my country. Now I take pride in the service I gave to my country and have a renewed desire to reconnect with other servicemembers who understand what I went through. I now belong to a wonderful community of supportive women I trust and love.