Mothman, Appalachia, and the Fallout of Coping

I’m broken.   That’s not a cry for help—it’s just a matter of fact. I’ve been broken for years. Truth be told, most of us are. Life cracks us in different ways. Some of us just chip a little—like overdrawing a bank account or getting a speeding ticket. Small fissures. Manageable. Forgotten.   Others among …

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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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