Triggers are stealthy. An image, a song, a smell, a flashback, etcetera, happen suddenly. Assaults are like bullets flying over my head. In that moment my whole world changes and it takes me time to readjust. PTSD often lingers for a lifetime. I wrote the poem below as […]
The confines of my paralyzed condition
Although my journey has been less than pleasant
It’s been a tough month at home.
SURVIVAL CAN BE SUMMED UP IN THREE WORDS –
Today is the best day of my life.
Our humble Christmas tree decorated by my wonderful caregiver