It used to be that when the pain from my wounds would become too much to bear, i would become bitter introverted and angry. I always tried to deal with the pain and darkness alone. After a while it began to overwhelm me and I suffered even more. I never realized that by trying to protect my loved ones from my personal demons by internalizing all of it, I was doing more harm than good.
Now when I begin to struggle, I make an offering to Odin, pour myself three fingers of Irish whiskey, turn on some appropriate music and then sit in front of my household altar and reflect on the teachings of the gods and on the lessons of my ancestors. It allows me to get a better grip on whatever is troubling me and let’s me approach it from a new angle, refreshed and motivated. Driven to be the best father and husband and, not just another broken veteran, suffering in silence.