Living With Post-Traumatic Stress
Before I go any further, a bit of background is in order: I have Post Traumatic Stress. I have had Post-Traumatic Stress since 1967, although I didn’t realize it until much later. My first counseling session didn’t happen until 1980. This article is not about the details of what caused my post-traumatic stress. It was brought about by a variety of both life events, plus physical and emotional traumas I sustained while I served in the Army. Today, my focus is devoted to showing others suffering from PTS the coping skills I learned and now use daily, to control what’s going on inside my brain. By repeating these techniques every single day, I can control my reactions to whatever incidents flood my mind at any moment. After reliving, over and over again, so many terrible events that have happened and what I witnessed, what could I possibly hope to accomplish by writing about them, especially so many years after they occurred? I hope to show other sufferers how they can achieve more peace, self-awareness, and acceptance of who they are and what they can become by sharing my relief tactics, as well as how I got to this place.
Questions! I Have Questions… aka Fluff!
I am positive everybody does stuff like this in their brain. I mean, how are we supposed to refrain? No, not poetry. Here's the setup: You are reading or have read several articles, or something you found in a book or magazine. Everything you read makes you reflect and wonder "How would I do this," or "What would I have done," or a zillion other questions that zoom through all those pages in your mind.
The F.D.A. Has Approved a New Drug to Help Control Obesity
Help May Finally Be Here to Help Control Obesity An important caveat is in order here: I am not a doctor or a member of a medical profession. That means I am not an expert! The words you are reading are mine and mine alone. Please consult with your family physician or a medical specialist for any medical problems you are experiencing.
When Something Bad Happens, People Look to Me for Answers
One of the fondest memories of my early childhood years was weeding the flower garden at my aunt's house. That's where she taught me the difference between a flower and a weed. Until that time, I thought dandelions were flowers.
What Happens When You Hit Your House With Your Car?
Please note: I am an active, 43-year licensed insurance agent in the states of Indiana and Kentucky (IN License no. 1304020.) I am a Life Underwriter’s Training Council Fellow (LUTCF) and a former member of the Million Dollar Round Table. Prior to retirement, I also maintained Series 6 and 63 Securities licenses and offered Mutual Funds, Variable Life and Variable Annuities to my clientele.
I Left A War To Fight An Unwelcome Country When I Returned; 50+ Years Later, It Still Burns!
About me: I am a Permanent and Totally (P&T) disabled combat veteran of the Vietnam War. I am sharing my experiences with my mental health after the war in the hope it helps someone else find peace.
Life Lesson #4: A Survivor’s Letter to a Dead Man
I arrived in Vietnam on February 17th, 1967. It was a sunny, humid, upper-nineties day. The NCOIC (non-commissioned officer in charge) shouted above the aircraft’s engine. “Get your asses off the plane, grab your duffel bag, and double-time it to the hangar. Now, dammit!”
Life Lesson #3: I’m Not That Person Anymore!
Have you ever thought about yourself in these terms? “I used to smoke; I used to drink excessively; I used to abuse drugs; I used to shout profanities; I used to be a racist; I used to be prejudicial; I used to not be able to think for myself; I used to discriminate; I used to lie and cheat; I used to let my anger control my emotions; I used to talk down to people; I used to hate; I used to be a fake person; I used to be trustworthy; I used to talk down to people less fortunate than me; I used to be selfish, jealous, envious and self-centered; I used to think the world revolved around me;” or how about “I used to steal”.
- Top Story - December 2021