If I were a drug abuser, I would be using right now. If I were an alcoholic, I would be totally wasted. If I was an physical or verbal abuser, I would be abusing someone or something. If I were a true cutter, I would be cutting myself instead of writing this. But I’m not. Evidently, my coping mechanism is now blogging on realwarriors.net. So that’s better than the alternatives. No drugs, no alcohol, no abuse, no blood, no death.
Today I got a call from my Deputy Commander of Administration (DCA) telling me that I wasn’t picked up for Major. I’m a Captain, have been since 2003. I really expected to get picked up, but I guess there were a lot of folks in my year group and the Army only had a few spaces available. It’s a numbers game. One of my coworkers, who has an excellent record, didn’t get picked up either, so there is definite comfort in togetherness. I just got off the phone with my mentor, full-bird type, and she relayed to me how she didn’t get picked up for lieutenant colonel and how embarrassing that was for her, but keep the bigger picture in perspective, which is what I’m trying and doing. My DCA was very kind and caring on the phone. He told me to bring in my record for review and he could make suggestions. I told him I would, but the quality of my work will remain unchanged. Being promoted would be lovely, and I love to shop (more money!) but that’s not why I do my work (specifically for me orthopedic physical therapy and suicide survivor advocacy). I do the work because I take pride in the work and who I am as a human. I do my best with the work because I expect the best from myself. I’ve done my best, which is all any of us can really do in life, and will continue to do my best, so objectively, I feel no shame, embarrassment, or humiliation. We will get to the subjective element in a minute.
My DCA also told me that if I needed to talk to someone about this he was available (lovely man) because he knows my “history.” My history being that I’m a proud suicide survivor. The stigma can go bleep itself. I really appreciated his support, but I told him that not getting promoted isn’t enough to make me stick a knife in my throat. I’ve been through worse. This just hurts, but it isn’t the biggest hurt I’ve been through or will go through. I told him that I would work through the pain and survive and thrive, because I am strong and healthy and dedicated to the care of myself. With my brain and my experiences, I would have killed myself already. I’m tougher than suicide or suicidal ideation.
But the subjective feelings of humiliation remain… I am embarrassed and humiliated. Knowing that there were too many qualified Captains and not enough Major slots doesn’t change my feelings, but I think it lessens their intensity. But I still feel disgraced, disrespected, I feel pain. Life is full of pain. Varying degrees of pain, different kinds of pain. But pain is the common denominator. And I think that is what, I believe, is at the root of suicide, abuse, etc. Pain. How will I respond to the pain? Will I be in denial and choose to mask my pain with drugs, alcohol, abuse, cutting, or taking my life? Or will I revert to my LEARNED positive coping mechanism of annoying, repetitive blogs on realwarriors.net. “Hey look, it’s suicide girl again! Sharing her feelings! Telling people not to hurt or kill themselves or others! Choose to positively cope! Find your positive coping mechanism and face and embrace your pain and move through it and move on!” Believe it or not, I really don’t like all this blogging and publicity I’m bringing on myself. Frankly, it’s inconvenient and painful. But I do it because I believe it is the right thing to do.
Suicide is not terminal, pain is not terminal. Don’t get me wrong, pain SUCKS and I HATE IT! But I’m stronger than the pain! But since blogging on realwarriors.net is my positive coping mechanism, here I am again, blogging about my pain and how I’m not cutting myself or killing myself. Instead I’m feeling… pain. But at this point, I know this too shall pass and I will feel happiness once again. The pain will pass, the humiliation will pass, and I will have blogged again, but will not transmit my pain to others, the way I would if I drove drunk, hit or yelled at my significant other, or killed myself, etc. I guess that’s what a positive coping mechanism is: how one deals with pain without inflicting pain onto others. So I’m humiliated and in pain and blogging (again).
Please choose a positive coping mechanism for your pain. I’m sure it will be way cooler than blogging on realwarriors.net. Talk, write poetry, write prose, paint, make music, whatever you need to do to get out your pain positively and productively. Don’t do drugs, don’t abuse alcohol, don’t abuse your loved ones or people you don’t even know, don’t hurt yourself, and please, DO NOT KILL YOURSELF! I’m still here for you. One of the reasons I choose to stay on Earth is to encourage Servicemembers and their loved ones and all humans to stay on Earth and face their pain positively and productively. We are stronger than our pain when we choose to be.
p.s. if you ever want to email me at Emily.stehr@us.army.mil to tell me that you stayed on Earth or chose a positive, productive coping mechanism because of something I’ve blogged, I would LOVE to hear from you (no stalkers please, been there, done that). I guess that is my ultimate justification for my experiences with pain and suicide, that my coming out of the closet helped someone else; that I made a difference and my pain is justified.

