Warzone babies with war zone minds An intentional war baby mind Create a boogieman while killing the current Like waves lapping upon each other The killing wave Consumes all in its way No quarter No mercy Just war babies doing what war babies do The loss of one plants the flag up high For people …
Category: Through the fog of war
These articles are geared toward my experiences in dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) as well as Mild Traumatic Brain Injury (M-TBI).
VA article – San Diego VA studying CBD for PTSD treatment. (NBC article)
Link to article I will say I think the summary given by Carnivale is a great jumping off point for all discussions of treatment for PTSD. If you have never experienced it, you can simply have no idea. The symptoms, as well as their progenitor, can only be experienced. PTSD is not a new article …
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Bipolar ramblings – The torment of drugs. Part I
The first time I agreed to see a psychiatrist, after years of denial and refusal, it did not go what would be professionally unprofessional good... At all... As I sit there rattling off a story that I had only recently even pieced together myself, I thought he was listening. I mean, he asked. And he …
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Through the fog of war – Dear America, you love genocide and dead American soldiers
If you have a stance that we can't leave a war because it dishonors the sacrifice that the dead soldiers have made. There can only be two options. Either you have absolutely no idea what you're talking about and you simply parrot what you are told to parrot. Or you are selfish. You want revenge. …
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AWOL from myself
Trapped in an endless carnival hall of mirrors. Every mirror casts the reflection of my own demons, pains, and sorrow. I feel myself morphing like a demon. Frozen in panic and fear. Sedated in my own brain, held prisoner. Every image reflected on the glass has to be questioned, is it my own? Every step …
Through the fog. A journey through the hell of war and PTSD. Part II.
Part II I was born in 87’ to a Munchausen mother monster on meth. Father wanted that abortion. Or so says the meth monster. 27 years later the question posed to the father after he fucked my family over for $40,000. Thanks, James! Anyways, he says no, he didn’t. Spits out a story completely contradicting hers. …
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Through the fog. A journey through the hell of war and PTSD. Part I.
The ground was met with a thud. The gravel crushed under BT’s boots as he walked down the path. He had no idea where he was. The single path was lined with thick trees. Paper Birch he believed. He would have told someone that, or asked someone, had there been anyone to talk to. He …
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