PSTD or just Life?
Sometimes
in the middle
of Night
I jumpย
from my
sleep in a sweat
Thoughย
I don'tย
often
remember
my wife tells me
it happenedย again....
When the incident
occurs
She says
I get up looking
for someone
to fight
as though
my foxhole
has been compromised.
I do know
that the familiar
ringingย
comes and goes
with a residue
of gunsmoke
that feels the senses
like a foggy
dream that
cannot really
be articulated....
The memories
do not control
me
but I have toย
wanderย
do theyย
define me?
For to this day
whenever
an emergencyย
incidentย
occurs
there is a
robot inside
of meย
that takes
over
no fear
no real thought
just
a mechanical
response
to the issue
at hand....
PSTD?
I don't think
so
I thinkย
it is called
Life....
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Hello Greg...
It could be a combination my friend!
I wish you sweet dreams and, days and nights of peace...
Thank you for your service!
Great and sad write!
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Thank you for sharing!
Hugs...
sparrowsong
ย
thank you Sparrowsong!ย Maybe a combination, but to own the disorder is giving in and I don't do that.ย Not in my nature
Hey GREG!!.....written with such clarity and vivid detail concerning the 'inner workings' of this disorder that it begs the question.....how long?....how long does the suffering have to continue....because for me....this would be a nightmare.....wondering if it defines me!!.....wow!!....powerful stuff my friend!!......thanx so much for sharing this!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo ????โฅ
Ps. Great choice with the "Metallica" song!!
Thank You brother.ย This one was a little difficult for me.ย I don't like weakness.ย Labeling PSTD does that for me.ย I do know I turn on like a well oil machine during crisis.ย It has helped me through working in Corrections
I suffer from PTSD caused by my experiences while enlisted as a scout sniper in the United States Marine Corps, Greg.
I awake sometimes covered and soaked in sweat with the faces of some of the men I had to ... eliminate ... still lurking in my mind.
I've become reclusive, crowds bother me, and I hate to talk on the telephone. So, I write...and write...and write some more in order to help me deal with it.
I hate to hear you suffer from PTSD as well. It's certainly no picnic.
God speed...
~Dean Kuch
Thanks dean
Sure. Anytime, Greg.
~Dean