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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