Post #249 – Screw You PTSD Triggers & A Poem
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 […]
Post #210 – PTSD, Triggers – Memoir
When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs,
Post #196 – My Struggles with PTSD, Depression, Faith, and Maintaining a Smile
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Post #155 – Climbing out of a Black Pit – Poem
Uninspired Lost in muck and mire Climbing my way out of the pit Without a rope Pulling my paralyzed body Up with my hands Slipping and sliding Blood dripping Grasping jagged rocks No ceiling above me I see the light If I keep at it The light will […]
Post #154 – Sunday Spotlight – Encouragement
The Spotlight today is on this passage from the above book This book is written to the ill and disabled. The soldier is the incapacitated person. “Soldiers may be wounded in battle and sent to hospital. A hospital isn’t a shelf; it is a place of repair. And […]
Post #150 – Confessional – Personal Secrets
I cannot sleep without my head and eyes completely covered by a black satin sheet. I pull the blanket up to my chin. My mouth barely shows (says my husband and aid). I have claustrophobia, but I have always felt safe under my covers. I believe that if […]
