And Justice for All

On May 17, 2024February 2, 2025 By travelsforchocolateIn fashion, Mental Health, Military ServiceLeave a comment

Do you remember the Pledge of Allegiance? “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.” I can’t remember what I ate last week for dinner, but I sure do remember the Pledge of Allegiance I recited every school day in the third grade. Anyway… moving on.

In July of 2020, I met with the leadership of the New Mexico Army National Guard, driven by a need to personally confront them with hard questions about their moral courage, their integrity, their inaction regarding my 2012 whistleblower inspector general complaint, and my wrongful discharge. I asked for a formal review and reconsideration of the “investigation” by the NM Inspector General, and for the restoration of the retirement benefits that were stripped from me. I also requested a meeting with my former leadership, seeking some semblance of the guidance and respect I once believed they embodied. My request was met with silence. These officers and senior enlisted leaders were figures I once revered, symbols of resilience and sacrifice—ideals encapsulated by the shout of “BATAAN” that concluded every meeting, a reference not only to the historic death march that my godfather survived but also to a harrowing battle that epitomizes endurance in adversity. Yet, when it came to addressing grievances from one of their own, those cries seemed to echo in a void, highlighting a disconnect between professed values and practiced behavior.

What followed was not straightforward engagement but the formation of a board composed of four members—one of whom had previously exhibited bias. Before attending the board, I notified the general counsel of the bias and asked for that member to be removed. The general counsel responded and advised me that the person would be removed. During the board proceedings, instead of addressing the substantial issues raised, the general counsel accused me of creating a conspiracy theory. You can’t create a conspiracy theory about something that’s already been established. This wasn’t just a dismissal but a profound invalidation of my experiences and concerns. To add insult to injury, after receiving hours of my testimony and reviewing over 500 pages of supporting documentation, the general counsel notified me that the previously removed member would now continue to participate and have an opinion on the decision. This is moral injury in its rawest form.

Line of duty memorandum issued by State Judge Advocate General

Next steps for me are to submit an application to the Army Board for Correction of Military Records (ABCMR). My quest for justice thus far has drained my savings and tested my resilience. I started a GoFundMe so I could hire an attorney to advise me on how to navigate the complexities of the ABCMR process, as I will need an exception to policy regarding the statute of limitations, hindered by delays and inaction from officials who failed to fulfill my Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests. I suspect that the investigation they were supposed to conduct on themselves never actually took place. It’s hard to provide a copy of an investigation that doesn’t exist.

My story lays bare a troubling gap between the ideals that military organizations uphold and the reality of how they may respond when those ideals are called into question by their own members. It prompts a necessary conversation about integrity, accountability, and the support systems within such institutions. How can military organizations foster a culture of true resilience and integrity if they falter at moments that demand these qualities the most? My story isn’t just about a failed engagement by the New Mexico Army National Guard—it’s a reflection on the broader challenges of ensuring that the values we champion are the values we live by.

As I continue this blog, sharing both the triumphs and trials of my military career, I do so not only to document my own journey but also to offer a voice to others who may feel as lost and heartbroken as I have felt. This isn’t just my story—it’s a reflection of many who serve and struggle, who fight battles long after leaving the battlefield. Through sharing, we find strength and perhaps, a path forward together.

Currently, there is no established treatment for moral injury, as it is considered a wound to the soul.

Listen to my full story here: https://www.youtube.com/live/1y75KOPl3FA?si=71jT6DtDn2uh-gGt

Echoes of Resilience: Finding Strength Through Shared Stories of Survival

On April 18, 2024 By travelsforchocolateIn Mental Health, Military Service, post traumatic stress, recoveryLeave a comment

Trigger Warning: Please be advised that the following content includes discussions and depictions of sexual assault which may be distressing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

At 18, I turned to my cherished Madrina (God Mother), seeking solace from a deep-seated pain that stemmed from a sexual assault when I was 14. The path to healing seemed obscured, especially after finding little understanding among other adults. My Madrina, understanding the gravity of my struggle, suggested I confide in my Padrino (God Father). Despite my reservations, given his advanced age and the distance that separated me from the source of my trauma, I approached him.

My godfather, a revered veteran who had survived unimaginable hardships as a prisoner of war during World War II, offered his ear and heart. In our conversation, he shared his own harrowing tale of survival and loss, drawing parallels to the resilience of the human spirit. He revealed the depths of his suffering during the Bataan Death March, not for sympathy, but to illuminate a path forward for me. I’ll never forget these words “The Japanese soldiers tortured us in ways that they thought would take away what made us men” he then told me the story about how he was held down and forced to watch as they cut off his testicles. “They thought they took away my ability to have children, but look at me right now, sitting here talking to my daughter”. Through his story, he imparted a profound lesson about the indomitability of our inner selves, regardless of the external forces that seek to challenge us.

This exchange with my godfather became a cornerstone of my journey toward healing. He demonstrated that vulnerability and strength are not mutually exclusive but are intertwined in the fabric of resilience. His experiences, marked by both pain and triumph, taught me that our past does not dictate our future.

His legacy of courage and compassion continues to inspire me. It reminds me that, in facing life’s adversities, we can draw on our experiences to find strength and understanding. His life story, a testament to overcoming, guides me through my own challenges, reinforcing the belief in the enduring power of the human spirit to heal and thrive.

Always forward.

Turning the Page: A Story of Transformation and Leadership.

On March 21, 2024March 21, 2024 By travelsforchocolateIn Mental Health, Military Service1 Comment

In the heart of New Mexico’s desert landscapes, my journey unfolded within the DoD Innovative Readiness Training Taskforce. At 23, I, found myself deeply embedded in the military’s operations, often presenting to Army General Officers at Joint Task Force-North. Despite my achievements and dedication, there was a part of me that felt out of place, marked by the tattoos on my hands – remnants of a past life, symbols from a chapter I wished to close. These tattoos, gang symbols from before I found refuge and purpose in the military at seventeen, were a stark contrast to the person I had become. Being a single mother added another layer to my desire to erase these marks; I wanted to present the best version of myself to my child and not be judged for the missteps of my youth.

Me at age 23 pictured with my daughter, Jaedon age 1.

Feeling weighed down by these visual reminders of my past, I sought the counsel of my Command Sergeant Major, a person of wisdom and respect. I opened up about my desire to have the tattoos removed but was hindered by the financial burden it entailed. It was a moment of vulnerability, sharing a part of my story that I had kept shielded under the rings on my fingers and the sleeves of my uniform.

To my surprise and relief, the Command Sergeant Major took my concern to heart. He saw beyond the request, understanding the profound impact such a gesture could have on my life and career. He proposed a plan to The Adjutant General, suggesting a command directive that would allow me to have the tattoos removed without any cost to me. The Adjutant General’s agreement to this plan was a turning point for me.

The day I received the memorandum command directing tattoo removal , my world changed. It wasn’t just a document; it was a symbol of faith, an acknowledgment of my growth, and an investment in my future. The subsequent removal of the tattoos was transformative, not just physically, but emotionally and psychologically. It was as if I had been given a clean slate, an opportunity to redefine myself and stride forward without the weight of my past judgments.

Pictured in my office at Kirtland Air Force base where NM-IRT headquarters was located.

This experience taught me an invaluable lesson about leadership and compassion. It underscored the profound difference that support and belief in someone’s potential can make. My leaders didn’t just see me for who I was or where I had been; they saw me for who I could become. Their investment in me was a testament to the idea that when we lift others up, we foster an environment of growth, respect, and mutual support.

The story of how my leadership helped me close a chapter of my past and confidently face my future is one I hold close to my heart. It’s a reminder that everyone has the power to change their narrative, especially when there are people who believe in and support them. It’s a lesson I will carry with me always: invest in people wherever and whenever you can. It truly makes all the difference.

Always forward.

The Hidden Gift in Disappointment and Betrayal Trauma: A Testament to Courage.

On March 7, 2024March 7, 2024 By travelsforchocolateIn Mental Health, Military ServiceLeave a comment

I’ve been reflecting deeply on the paradoxical blessing of disappointment. It’s a common experience to feel a sense of shame when we encounter failures, rejections, or the end of relationships. I recently fell into this trap myself. However, it’s crucial to recognize that disappointment is actually a testament to bravery. It signals that you had the courage to invest emotionally, to strive, and to pursue your desires wholeheartedly.

Yet, there’s another layer to this, particularly when disappointment stems from betrayal. Betrayal trauma occurs when someone we deeply trust or depend upon lets us down in a profound way. This type of disappointment is not just about unmet expectations but a profound violation of trust. It shakes the foundation of what we believed was secure, questioning our judgment and our capacity to trust.

Nevertheless, even in the throes of betrayal trauma, there’s a hidden gift. It’s an opportunity to confront our deepest vulnerabilities and fears, to understand our capacity for resilience, and to ultimately grow from the experience. Just as disappointment in other areas of life shows we dared to dream and reach for what we wanted, navigating through betrayal trauma reveals our strength to face profound emotional challenges, learn from them, and emerge stronger.

So, celebrate yourself. In a world where apathy and half-hearted efforts are all too common, you’ve shown that you’re willing to be fully present and engaged, even at the risk of pain. That’s not just brave; it’s profound.

Always forward.

Embracing Healing: Reflections on Ayahuasca Integration

On February 28, 2024February 27, 2024 By travelsforchocolateIn Mental Health, Military ServiceLeave a comment

A deep breath as I receive a flower bath from Maestra Tanya at La Medicina in Tarapoto, Peru

Embarking on the journey of Ayahuasca integration has been an intense rollercoaster of emotions. It’s been heavy, overwhelming at times, but amidst the storm, I find clarity in my purpose and for whom I’m undertaking this profound inner work.

With each encounter with Mother Ayahuasca, I’ve been granted glimpses into the various chapters of my life. From the earliest memories, I’ve navigated a path of survival, carrying the weight of generational trauma that precedes me. It’s a burden not of my making, but one I’ve inherited.

On the left: Navy Veteran / my battle buddy Chris Russell. On the right: Navy Seal Veteran / my psychedelic integration coach Diego Ulgade.

Through the Ayahuasca experience, I’ve been given space to grieve, to release the pent-up pain that has long lingered within. Though the process is often excruciating, I find solace in the knowledge that I’m no longer shackled by it. The purging continues, but with each release, I edge closer to the liberation of breath.

To my daughters, you are my everlasting pride and joy. Witnessing your evolution into strong, intelligent young women has been the greatest gift of my life. I embrace the lessons you teach me daily, reveling in the moments when your wisdom surpasses my own. Know that my love for you transcends boundaries, as I recognize fragments of myself mirrored in your beautiful souls.

My beautiful daughters Isabella, Jaedon and Rosea

During my encounters with the trees of Peru, I saw your faces, a emotional reminder of the impact of my journey on your lives. It’s a reminder that drives my commitment to healing, to break the cycle of pain and impart upon you the importance of self-care, no matter the depth of the struggle. Your unwavering support through this stormy healing journey means more than words can express. And yes, I promise to cover the cost of your therapy, ensuring it’s nothing short of rejuvenating.

Mother Ayahuasca’s guidance has been crystal clear: stand firm in advocating for myself and my beliefs without apology. This clarity fuels my commitment to purposeful advocacy, particularly for my fellow Veterans.

A heartfelt thank you extends to Heroic Hearts Project for providing not one but two trips to Peru so that I can learn how to love myself again. Armed with understanding, I’ve been empowered to contribute to initiatives like the US Military Academy West Point Benavidez Leadership Development Program, shedding light on the impact of post-traumatic stress and moral injury within the veteran community.

As I continue to navigate this journey of healing and self-discovery, I embrace each moment with gratitude, knowing that with each step forward, I inch closer to wholeness.

La Medicina Ayahuasca Facilitators James and Kajsa.

To my fellow La Medicina battle buddies, our time together in Peru was nothing short of extraordinary. The experiences we shared, the challenges we overcame, and the profound healing we underwent together have left an indelible mark on my soul. It was an honor and a privilege to have such brave and resilient companions by my side throughout this journey.

Through laughter, tears, and moments of profound insight, we supported each other every step of the way, forming bonds that transcend words. The strength and resilience displayed by each of you reminded me of the incredible power of the human spirit to overcome adversity and emerge stronger on the other side.

As we return to our lives, may we carry the lessons and insights gained from our time in Peru with us, allowing them to guide us on our continued path of growth and self-discovery. And may our bonds of friendship and camaraderie remain steadfast, serving as a source of strength and support in the days and years to come.