Chapter Twelve
The next morning, I called Army One Source. I requested a civilian counselor. I went off post to meet my counselor. I didn’t want the Army to know I was seeing a shrink. I met Dr. Thomas in what looked like a revamped shopping center. He was a psychotherapist not a psychiatrist and honestly, I didn’t know the difference. The church had always taught me to pray and ask God for help. My pastor never talked about getting help or needing help from anyone other than God. So, I prayed about everything, and the things that I couldn’t pray away wasn’t because I needed help. It was because my faith wasn’t strong. That church made me lie to myself and so many others lie to themselves. I needed help. Going to see a therapist made me feel weak. I felt like Deacon Terrell standing in fr
