After my mother had passed, and already struggling with my injury worse than I ever had before, I remember sitting right here, at this very desk, and, wracked with big, heaving, sobs while the sun still shone outside my window, Googling “if I kill myself will I still go to heaven?”
I have always believed there is great drama in a simple life, it's a concept that's fueled many great literary novels, but what of the simple life? None of us are ever only one thing - paramedic, police officer, firefighter, victim, survivor, witness. As this young woman said, PTSD defines her injury, but it does not define her.
I felt like I needed to reach out. There’s a realness in your words, that you don’t find very often. I know the blog is very personal and you created [it] for yourself, but Thank You for offering that to those who may need it right now.
This morning, I woke up from a dream where I was speaking in front of a small group about my experiences. Before you think that’s an ambition of mine, let me tell you flat out that the idea alone scares the crap out of me, and I’m pretty sure facing it in reality would make … Continue reading Miles to Go Before I Sleep