Well, isn't that cute. I suppose my last journal was 2 years ago give or take (didn't bother to look) and it seems like it would be more beneficial to me than the 1-2 people that will ever read it. So cute... How I expected things to be. That things would get better in the Air Force... That glorious pile of shit the recruiters feed you on your way in. Little did I know I'd walk out worse than I came in... With major depression, PTSD, OCP, 2 miscarriages and cardiovascular/respiratory problems. Glorious. So, with three ways out of the Air Force, I hastily made my way out to do what? Be a mom. Granted, this is a huge goal for me, but it's also