PTSD and Mild TBI are a real bitch. More to follow.
Mike
This was then.
Mortars. What dreams are made of.
This is me
- Mike
- I was a soldier, a father, a son, a brother, a friend, a shell of who I am, and ... I am alive and I am loved. I am proud, I am sad, I am hopefull and confused. I was a soldier. I am alive.
3 comments:
Dude - just breathe. I know it sounds lame, but it's true. Slow, controlled breathing helps to regulate the autonomic nervous system -- the part of you that either goes into fight-flight or rest-digest. TBI and PTSD both wreak havoc with this system, and the escalating fight-flight -- if you don't tame it down on purpose -- can send you off the deep end.
Or maybe you're already there?
Breathe in slowly and deeply with a count of 6, hold for a single count, then breathe out for a count of 6, hold... and repeat. This will slow your heart rate, chill out your biochemical cascade, and give your body a chance to catch up with itself.
Try it - you might like it.
Be well
BB
looking forward to hearing more....
OH WAR, OH WAR, HOW SAD TO SAY
Oh War, oh War, how sad to say,
You take our sons and daughters far away.
To subdue tyrants and those who rule,
With hearts so evil and ever cruel.
Oh War oh War, how sad to say,
Always there is a price to pay.
There born on shoulders bowed with care,
Comes the coffins of the young who dare.
Oh War, oh War, how sad to say,
Many are the tears of mothers that fall on that day.
When their dear child is finally laid to rest,
In the soil of their country for which they gave their best.
Oh War, oh War, how sad to say,
Too many are the children who cease to play.
Tears fall from little eyes which will never begin
To understand why they won’t see Mother or Father again.
Oh War, Oh War, how sad to say,
You take life’s one great love in your dissary.
No more in this life their cherished face to see,
The darkness of that hour bends the knee.
Oh War, Oh War, how sad to say,
Stray bullets that wind and find whatever target they may,
While turning and winding, an innocent victim take,
And those deadly spheres leave two in their wake.
Oh War, Oh War, how sad to say,
Hearts of the courageous break as those shells betray.
Memories must be carried by those who are brave,
Of necessary deeds which make their souls rave.
Oh War, Oh War how sad to say,
Sometimes the best return with wounds from the fray.
They leave strong when first they depart,
Then come home and a new life they must start.
Oh War, Oh War, how sad to say,
Always again the ruthless will follow the same way.
Once more the call will go out
For those who know what warmongers are about.
Oh War, oh War, how sad to say,
The price of freedom is never stayed.
Pruning hooks and plows must be beat,
Into weapons your dread disease to defeat.
Oh War, oh War, how sad to say,
With words and pleadings greedy men will not be swayed.
Yet the promise will one day be made complete,
By One who to a cross was nailed by his hands and his feet.
Oh, War, Oh War, on that glad day,
The Son of God will come to lead the way.
The final victory He will take,
No more will sin sad hearts make.
Oh War, Oh War, you are going away,
Peace and happiness for all will come in your stay.
The lion and the lamb will together lie down,
And God’s praises we’ll shout, making a joyful sound.
By Debra LeCompte
June 2010
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