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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Inside the Vultures Nest – As the helicopter gently crashes.

I have had to deal with almost being killed in flight several times. One of the problems with a particular helicopter was that a mechanic did not install any of the fasteners on many of the flight controls on the UH-60. Now they have redundancies, I know that. But someone who fails to do their …

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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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