In April of 2006 my entire world was flipped upside down after my husband, Jimmy Cleveland Kinsey II, was hit by an IED in Ramadi, Iraq. We were thrown into something no 20 year old should ever have to experience. The next four years were spent in hospitals and hotel rooms. We were fighting to get his life back, and fighting to make a marriage work through pill addiction, overdose, miscarriage, family feuds,infections, amputation, ptsd, and tbi. There were amazing times that made everything worth it, and there were times I truly felt like I was in hell.
In April of 2010 my world stopped. My husband died due to accidental overdose of his pain meds while recieving inpatient therapy for PTSD. I miss him. And I have guilt. And I hurt. And I'm doing my best to work through it.
Recently I've realized that this is not just the story of my life with (and without) my husband, but about my journey from girl to woman. Please excuse the fact that often I show my ass - and the earlier years were often quite ignorant. It's all part of growing, I suppose.