It's getting closer and closer to my time to
leave, and as that time approaches, I feel two distinct and opposing currents of
emotion rising up inside me. One is impatience, excitement, apprehension. I'm
so ready to leave Afghanistan.
The
other is a feeling of peace, and contentment. Not contentment at being here,
but contentment that all the demons that have haunted me throughout this
deployment are finally being exorcised.
I guess we all feel that way
sometimes. We all go through unpleasantness, and we generally come out the
other side.
Have you ever stayed up
all night? I do it quite a bit because of my job and a natural tendency to stay
up late. There's this feeling of nausea and dread that settles upon you just as
the sky starts to lighten. It's true, figuratively anyway, that the darkest
hour is just before dawn. Once the sun has breached the horizon, though,
there's this feeling of accomplishment, of satisfaction.
Like surviving something, and learning
to live again.
The sun's just starting
to poke over the horizon now. Thank you to everyone who has, in one way or
another, been there for me during the dark time. You know who you
are.