They say "necessity is the mother of invention"; what would you call the mother of repair? An introspectively, distressed yet elevated mind is steering 🤷🏻♀️. Currently, I leave the house alone for two reasons: To attend a cannabis related class, conference, or event, or to receive therapy at the VA. Amazon has become a staple… Continue reading The “Shame” of Public Emotion
Let's Open the Discussion About MST's (Military Sexual Trauma) A distressed mind is steering the keyboard 😕. MST related PTSD. Are my wounds not as legitimate or real because I have all limbs? Is that even okay to ask?? I am unsure as to the political correctness. I want to speak about what is only whispered… Continue reading No More Whispers, Let’s Discuss MST (#scarletlettervet)
I cannot give all the detail leading up to this particular event, however wanted to share what I could recall. The event is perfectly clear in my mind. Maybe, by the time this particular event happened, I had already began to ignore or tune out the incessant rambling that ensued after a day of online… Continue reading “Crawl on All Fours and Bark Like the Bitch You Are”
I'm having a new pain today. It started last night. This post is being written by a pain distracted mind 😐🧚🏼♂️🌱💚. A new pain? That is a different issue. I'm having a new pain. Having had pain, noticeable pain that was severe or "remarkable enough to remember" pain, since grade ten, I'm accustomed to "all… Continue reading My New Reality?
An elevated mind is steering the keyboard today. 😐🧚🏼♂️🌱💚 These thoughts are presented to you by my brain after having a small dab of White Buffalo shatter. I can also thank my friend, Paula, for sparking some of the thoughts that led me here today. I am currently in a mental state that is somewhere between… Continue reading Are You the Best Version of Yourself?
Jumped forward a bit in "The Dave Files", however I needed to share this, being the five-year anniversary... It started like any typical Saturday morning. Woke as normal, had breakfast and started getting the equipment ready for the day. I had... that is, we had a DJ Company. The company, and everything contained within it,… Continue reading “This is Where I Die” , I Thought as I Blacked Out, January 24, 2014 (detailed account, possible triggers)
Dave got off the Greyhound bus, then he called me… He explained that he began having a breakdown and was acting crazy, demanding that the driver pull over, let him off and allow him to get his bags from underneath the bus. It wasn’t a little white lie that landed him on that bus. He… Continue reading He Didn’t Leave!