PTSD Is A Choice. There’s Another Option.

Having been involved, passionately, in the PTSD debacle over the past 18 months what I've learned is what the title says, "PTSD is a choice".  Stating this to most people who have been diagnosed will strongly disagree without hesitation. Why? Because most everyone feels there is no alternative. You're broke, you can't be fixed so …

Which One Are You Feeding?

There’s a Cherokee story about two wolves, and it serves as an excellent parable. It goes something like this: One evening, an elderly Cherokee brave told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, “my son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, …

What Will Be Your Story?

I'm totally gonna shoot from the hip on this one. I have so much to say and really have to rein it in at times. Writing this in a Word doc is my only saving grace because of my severe ADD; it’s just too hard to focus on what I want to say. Just sitting …

Another Brother Down

I’m sitting here at my desk this morning trying to make sense of things. This is not the first time this has happened but this is the closest one to me. See, I found out last night that an old buddy of mine had fallen to PTSD, taking his own life yesterday morning. I’m not …

What’s With All The Pills?

In recent months I’ve had plenty discussions with people expressing my personal opinion towards pharmaceutical medications. This subject matter is about as sensitive as talking politics or religion. People feel very strongly about their position and will defend it. Most the time the only defense is that it makes them feel better. However, the residual …

A Brief Synopsis of My Story

I enjoy writing because my mind is like a freight train chugging across the country. It never stops moving. In my world everything I think is important. Many times it’s just a thought that passes by but sometimes I really feel I need to share it. Enter…WordPress.

A Work in Progress and Crushing Life!!

To start off let’s back up a few years. Like 25 years or so. Growing up in a home with a loving mother and father is where it began for me. Things were normal with my two sisters and my folks. My “more active negative tendencies” began in high school. I’m not really sure what it was that led me down the path but I just started to enjoy physical confrontations.