Anniversaries aren’t always about celebration. For someone with PTSD, they can be landmines. In this post, I reflect on trauma, empathy, and why even in the wasteland, war never changes.
Tag: PTSD
Battle-Weary in September
September drags old scars into the light. PTSD anniversaries, bad memories, and a country at odds with itself. Sometimes the Wasteland is the only place I can breathe.
Counting Avoidance
When avoidance becomes a way of life, even lists can feel like enemies. Between writer’s block, PTSD, and the fallout from strokes, I’m learning how to navigate decision-making, distraction, and guilt—with help from The Count and a very patient dog.
Laughing in the Dark
Dark humor isn’t cruelty—it’s survival. From the Army to EMS to nursing, it’s the only way I’ve made sense of the senseless. If you’re shocked, that’s fine—my mom and my dog get it, and they’re the only jury that matters.