Mindfulness and the moral injury…

Welcome to day one away from the comfy frozenness of the castle in the lovely tropics. To say that this was an easy journey, it is not. PTSD doesn’t pack well and landing in a country where you have a somewhat aversion to the spoken language, because your rapist spoke it, is a tough bug. …

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Where the hell is Nursie poo?

    I took a break, Mark's death took a lot of energy.  I honestly needed to step back from the weirdness of losing a co-worker in such a violent self-inflicted manner. I thought that after I got the story out on the last podcast, I would be good, the catharsis would happen, and I …

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