Crickets and Conviction: Why I Refuse to Stay Silent

The author embraces political commentary not for popularity, but as a civic duty to advocate for all Americans. As a veteran and concerned citizen, they prioritize factual reporting and thorough research, aiming to stand up against harmful policies. While committed to serious topics, they also plan to share personal interests and welcome civil debate.

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From there to here.

A journey from what I dreamed my life would be to what it actually became.

A dark-colored SUV parked in an empty parking lot in front of a hospital building with illuminated signs for hospital entrance and emergency.

Did it.

Today marked my first solo outing, which included a challenging 60-mile drive in my dad’s blazer. Although anxious and overwhelmed at times, supportive texts from a friend helped. I visited a new pulmonary doctor who was encouraging. After a long day, I found relief at home, celebrated with pizza, and appreciated the support.

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Changes.

Yesterday marked the end of my therapy journey with a long-term MST/PTSD therapist who guided me through nearly four years of challenges. I’m moving on to a new therapist and ACT, feeling a mix of gratitude, pride, sadness, and fear about this transition. I reflect on the emotional impact of changing therapists.

The list that thwarted me.

The V.A. has enabled me to do a lot of my PTSD therapy at home via Telehealth. I was provided with an iPad mini for this purpose. The last several weeks I have done therapy at home, and am very grateful for this. I’m able to stay home and stay safe, while my state is…

Feeling bad about feeling bad.

THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 2020  I’ll start this off by reminding readers that I am not a mental health professional. I write from the perspective of a person who lives with a myriad of mental and emotional health issues. Those that have followed my haphazard blog along it’s bumpy road, know some of the reasons and…

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Random Ramblings

The author reflects on their journey of journaling and note-taking during PTSD treatment, rediscovering writings in a cherished purple notebook. They plan to compile these writings for personal revisitation, emphasizing self-discovery rather than seeking external validation. The content includes poetry and a personal mission statement centered on kindness and self-love.

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How I spent my summer.

The author reflects on a challenging period marked by worsening depression and isolation since February. They voluntarily participated in a 90-day residential V.A. treatment program for PTSD, which included various therapies and supportive interactions with peers. Although not fully healed, the author gained valuable coping skills and feels committed to their recovery journey.

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32 years later, I came undone. 🚩

CONTENT WARNING: This post discusses abuse, violence, and sexual assault.. Details: Events are mentioned using accurate terms but without graphic descriptions. Media: There are no images. Audience: Reader discretion is advised. Not suitable for children. In this blog post, the author shares her own personal experience with sexual assault.