I recently wrote another post about writing and how it helps with PTSD, you can read it here. A book has been on my to-do list since I was around 13 or 14. Back then, I wrote a few chapters of a story on my parents’ computer called “Dolan’s Voyage.”…
Why do I love the outdoors? Where else can you get a therapist, an art room, and a personal gym all in one package—no membership cost? Nature does have a way of humbling you, reminding you of your place, keeping you small, and simultaneously making you more alive than you’ve…
Down in the woods by a glinting lake, where the wind hummed with the thrum of insects and the laughter of boys, Scout Camp was a whirlwind. It was that type of camp where the air was pine needles and anticipation, and the potential for trouble never ceased. The leaders…
Seventeen years. A lifetime, yet the memories are clear, etched into my memory like the graffiti on a monument. Cameron Hall, Ryan Betton, and Jerry Smith. It’s hard to imagine it has been so many years since that day, yet some wounds never close. They might scar over, allow us…
This is a lightly edited version of a letter I wrote to my family when I was attending a program in Boston called Homebase. I highly recommend it btw. It isn’t meant for light reading and it is about as open and as personal as I’ve ever been in the…
So, as I’ve decided to write more often, today (or yesterday, I suppose) is as good a day as any to begin. I’m not getting into the “why” details, but as a 100% disabled veteran, I’m not currently working. That’s not my ultimate goal, though. I’m actually going back to…
Waking up from a nightmare is difficult, especially when you can’t tell if it’s reality or just another bad dream. It’s unsettling to lie there, unsure if your nightmare was real, if it’s over, or if the thoughts racing through your mind are making things better or worse. I know…
I was diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety, and depression in 2015 but had been dealing with these issues undiagnosed since at least 2003. I won’t delve into the full details of why I have PTSD, but here’s the short version (the full version all over this blog): I served in the…
One of the reasons it took me seven years to come to terms with the fact that I have PTSD, is that I didn’t get it in combat. I wasn’t shot at and I never went to Iraq or Afghanistan, I just floated off of the coast on a carrier….
I guess it has been almost 3 years (too early, can’t math yet) since the last time I wrote here. I’m surviving. Most days are okay so I cannot sit here and complain too much. I have started to write several entries over the last couple years, but I never finish them. I’m going…
