&%*% Never Loved Us… Mistreatment of Veterans in America

Nigga never loved us Do it look like we stressin’? Look at you, look at you, and look at you, Ah – I’m glad that they chose us Command, it’s a mission, Trying to fight to the finish just to see ’em all finish

 

 

As I listen to Drake’s song Worst Behavior, he yells, “Motherfuckers never loved us.” He began to talk about his innocent beginnings on Degrassi to rap stardom. This particular line stuck with me. It is anthem for all people who has been ousted but still succeeded. I can relate to this song but more so I can relate this to the many men and women who have sacrificed time, money and even their lives to serve their countries. These men and women are your United States veterans.

 

For many of you reading my blog for the first time, I am proud veteran of the United States Army. I devoted my life for four years to this unique core. I joined like most teenagers for the college money and to find my own pathway in life. I thought the war in Iraq was a joke and even the president at time was even bigger joker. Nevertheless, I was proud to serve my country only with the expectation that my country will be willing to serve me. My husband, who is a combat engineer, did two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. During his time there, he has felt a lot pain due to being away from home and even losing a friend in battle. My husband still kept fighting because he vowed to so. So, I began to think about these great men and women who take the time to raise their hand to defend flag and serve their country. In return, they come home to unsuitable living conditions, the constant runaround from Veterans Affairs, and the ills of dealing with life after war. Our soldiers reach for a helping hand but there are few hands who will reach back.

 

Majority of the veterans come home to nothing. They have dealt with so much on the battlefield but still have to fight for basic human needs. Human needs such benefits, medical, housing and mental health. Lately, the Department of Veterans Affairs has failed our comrades every time. You can talk to any veteran and they will tell you the VA is a bad place to be. Why should these men and women fight for these benefits that are guaranteed? On the other hand, if the country is need for soldiers to fight for an unknown cause, we answer. This is unfair not only to veterans but their families. The families of veterans are dealing with the war too. They try to make their home and life suitable but cannot due lack of resources. Not only, you are hurting the veteran but the family is suffering too.

 

What is the problem? Where is all the money allotted to veterans? Yes, we want to honor them and say “Thank you for your service” every November. After the fanfare and all the bells and whistles are gone, we go back into our homes and live the life of luxury and forget what they fought for. Remember…… all the wars and the flag draped coffins we seen on TV. So, I charge our government taking money away from the military budget and cut your damn salary. If it was not for us, you would not have opportunity fight like a bunch of hens in a farmhouse.

 

For the Department of Veterans Affairs, stop giving our veterans the run around. Stop the fucking madness….It kills me to hear some of the stories about veterans dying at VA hospital or being evicted from their homes with nowhere to go. When these veterans come to apply for their benefits…. YOU BETTA HAVE THEIR MONEY WHEN THEY COME FOR IT LIKE ODB. Take care of them because this is what you are paid to do. Show them some respect and treat them like if that was your family member. I give credit to the people who are working at VA helping veterans. I applaud you but I am calling out the folks who come just to collect a check. HAVE SEVERAL SEATS and find a job at WALMART.

 

I don’t charge just VA. I take account every one of just who call ourselves Americans. Do not just sit back and shake your head whenever you see a homeless veteran. Help them out it us up us to help our own because the government are pussyfooting around. You be the change. You be catalyst of change for a veteran who feels like a refugee in their own country. Volunteer for a nonprofit organization to get our vets back on their feet. Donate your time, clothing and food to one who fought for you to give.

 

Military organizations, stop being social club just to gather and talk about old times. These young veterans need you to guide them into this new world. Don’t just be a standing organization but be an active organization within the community. VA cannot do this alone they need your help. These veterans are hurting and as I remember we should never leave a fallen comrade behind. Take charge and take care of our own not yesterday but right now. Churches, they need your help too. You are the hands and feet of God on earth. Your mission is save those who are hurting. Take time and pray with them. Trust me prayer goes a long way. Talk to them and become that spiritual light they need to deliver them shadows of darkness.

 

Some of fellow soldiers of mine died so we live in unstable society. Whenever we need them to put on the uniform, they go. They leave behind so much. Their families deal with so much. I know I am military wife and the tears I’ve cried could hydrate a football team for the rest of their lifetime. It pains me to see a veteran standing on the side of the road asking for help. It pains me to see a homeless veteran living out their car or in extended stay. They come home to nothing but grief and mental ills the battlefield has afflicted upon them. These are people not refugees. They are our own brothers and sisters. Honor your vets every day.

 

Let us fight to eliminate two words: Homeless Veteran

When it comes to how America treats our veterans, we are on our worst behavior.

 

Dedicated to Chad Young #foreveryoung

My Life In A Layover….Based on a True Story

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The Departure (The beginning/this is my moment)

On May 10, 2010, I walked across the stage with bright lights, classmates and family screaming my name into a luminous future I thought was set for me. The moment was so surreal. Who would have thought me, Tiffany, would be the first college graduate in my family. I knew my grandmother was smiling from heaven and it was a blessing for my daughter to witness this moment. This moment, my moment, one I had worked so hard for. This moment, my moment, where I fought my father, negative thoughts and even an old enemy called a learning disability to persevere in the midst of doubters . Here I am, a proud college graduate with a degree in Public Relations. Yes, this is a career I was made for. Being a publicist, it was my dream that no one could take from me. I was overwhelmed with joy. Now, I can move forward in a career and take care of my daughter and family. My plan was to pursue a career in public relations to not only help my family but to take people to another level in their life. Yes, I had big plans in my life. Yes, I DID HAVE big plans in my life. No one told me that being a college graduate during an economic recession would be filled with disappoints and doubts. My life from then on will be a plane ride with a lot of turbulence. The twists and turns would make me doubt my dream and even my moment. Yes, even that joyful moment.
The Flight (The realization of a dream deferred)
Upon graduation, I assumed that I would begin my career at a firm. I solely believed any firm would hire me because of all of my qualities. I love being around people and writing. I enjoyed the idea of hearing a person’s ideas and taking it to next level. I am an analytical person. I was always analyzing every commercial and campaign that ever came on television. I even thought about ideas to make that campaign better. So, a person who has all these qualities should not ever have to deal with the struggle of finding a firm. Right?? So wrong… Each, and every, time I got up in the morning, I searched on Indeed, Career Builder and Monster for Public Relations jobs. With my morning coffee and full of energy, I applied to everyone. My email soon became filled with the tagline, “Although, your application was impressive we decided to pursue other candidates. “ Denial after denial had me doubting the very thing I was so confident in, since my early childhood. I had to face the facts about a promise I made to my husband. I promised my husband that once he returned from Afghanistan that we would be fine, financially. I will be starting my career, he can quit his nighttime job and he can finish school. I felt indebted to my husband because he put his school on hold so I could finish. My husband was understanding and supportive but it still did not fill the void in my life. What am I to do? Where should I go? Who should I turn to?
Turbulence (The struggle gets real)
Every door was slammed in my face. So, I began to fall into a deep depression. Thoughts of taking my own life seemed to be the answer. My biggest fear was to die broke and not leaving my mark on the world. My dream, as a little girl, was never to become local, but global. Bills were piling up and people around me were getting blessed ten times bigger. At this point, I became mad at God. I thought to myself, I am your child so why are you treating me like this? I was churched out from sayings like:
It’s all in God’s timing.
What God has in store for you, it is for you.
Wait on the Lord. He may not come when you want him, but He is always on time.
It’s your season, your harvest is coming.
This is not the time for you to give up now.
You are next in line for your blessing.
Trust me: I’ve heard it all. My question was, “Lord, how long?” Why do you keep showing me in my dreams but nothing is coming to pass? Then, I thought what am I doing wrong? I got fed up and mad. I always came to God and said, “Lord, something has to give before I give up.” I stopped praying because I felt, and it still feels, like my prayers fell on deaf ears. My selfishness wants things to happen now, not in 10 or 20 years, but right now. Meanwhile, I am slowing falling back into a deep depression, sinking lower in doubt, and forcibly killing my dream with my bare hands. The baby I created drown in my unbelief. Finally, I felt less than a mother, wife, friend, and human being. I was a failure. My faith was absolutely gone. I was walking around a wounded woman bleeding openly from my heart. I’ve given all I got, what is next?
The Layover (Here I stand now.)
After my depression, I came out happy again and with a new perspective. At least, I had my health, family, friends and a hobby (my blog). I thought: I want to make myself more rounded. School became an option for me again. I felt a need to have a sense of accomplishment instead of lying at home, feeling sorry for myself. My time was spent on filling out applications and asking close friends and associates for favors. I felt good about my decision and I celebrated in the fact I will be attending school again. I found my happy place. But once again, the closing doors reopened the heart wound I thought was healed. I couldn’t go to school because I was not accepted into the program. Other applicants were better than me. So, I am not good enough to succeed. Lord, why is this happening to me, AGAIN? At this moment, I feel lost and stuck. Whitney Houston says it best, “Every road that I’ve taken led to my regret. I don’t know if I’m going to make it, nothing to do but lift my hands.” Honestly, I’m tired of crying and trying to achieve something I once believed in. The threshold of a seemingly open door now scares me. My heart can’t take the pain of disappointment anymore. The struggle is real, now more than it’s ever been because I’m staring 30 in the face. My life is waiting in the balance. I am waiting for my next flight. I want the runway to be clear for takeoff. I do thank my friends and family for encouraging me. At this point, I have lost faith in myself. I don’t believe in me anymore. I’m writing this while I’m going through to see if there are people out there who have been where I’ve been. If you have, how did you get through it? HONESTLY, I NEED HELP. I AM REACHING OUT TO OTHERS WHO FEEL HOW I FEEL. I don’t know what my next step is or the next move to make. My life is in a long layover mode. I am sitting in the airport of life watching others take off to their next destination while I wait….alone….for my flight.

Is it coming or will it ever come FOR ME…..

A Voice That Cries In The Dark : My story about depression

Rest In Peace Mindy McCready and Don Cornelius

I am sharing my personal story about my battle with depression. There are a lot of people going through depression. According to NAMI, about 1 and 10 americans suffered from some form of depression. The sad part is about more than half don’t recieve the proper care they need. Here is my story I hope it will help someone else. If you would like to share your story please email me at TiffanyReneeBlogs@gmail.com. For information about depression please visit NAMI.ORG.  Love you

Rest In Peace Mindy McCready and Don Cornelius.

Suicide becomes social!!!!

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1699754/freddy-e-dead.jhtml

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The world we live in has come down to this. Mental Illness is a serious issue that cannot be ignored any longer.  Being a person who have been through depression, it is hard road but it feels like you can travel it alone. Please pay attention to signs before it’s too late.