As a lover of arts and the the truth I enjoy writing. It allows me to express myself while sharing life lessons, precious moments and even the unspeakable moments through my poetry.
Is it bad to think wicked thoughts? Does it make us evil? Am I bad for the thoughts and fantasies I have? Am I bad or destined to go to hell because I liked or enjoyed having a disturbing thought about someone experiencing great pains and suffering? Are these dark impulses ‘NORMAL”? Or am I meant to be a sociopath or a hermit and die alone because I am a freak?
In this paper I will discuss my reflections about countertransference regarding the novel, Sparta by Roxana Robinson. Conrad experiences with post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms and severe anxiety reminded me of friends and family members that have served in the military. A few people that I know have expressed to me their thoughts and feelings of being torn between civilian life and the life of a soldier. I have seen their pain. And to read about another person’s experiences, reminded me of those long nights of comforting my friends and family members. I have seen people that I care about try to hide or deny what they are experiencing, and eventually, they explode and have come close to hurting someone that they love. Reading Conrad’s story took me back to those moments in my life. This book helped me to gain a better understanding of my experiences with second hand trauma and my view of the military world.
Abstract In the following pages, I will describe and reflect on three different developmental online trainings. The first training I will discuss is Cognitive Processing Therapy (CPT) for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) in Veterans and Military Personnel. The second training I will discuss is Provider Resiliency. And the final training is Epidemiology of PTSD in Military Personnel & Veterans. These trainings were made available by the Center for Deployment Psychology. I found them to be most insightful and resourceful.
Mother is just a word written down in my journal But here and now I share it with the world This is the beginning of my journey, I was just a little girl
Dear Me … The me I used to be... I need you to know that it was not my intention To fall down so many times and hurt you
Feeling many things I haven't felt in years. For once its alright to release my heated tears. Others tell me that time will heal the pain.
A reflection....a daily reminder... Everyday I learn and grow. To let go of insecurities. To trust the unknown. To just breathe and to be me
Hear me when I say I can't do this anymore I am tired, scarred, wounded from this war I am not broken, I still have my voice