Sometimes we need words of pick me up, so if these suit your situation or mood go ahead and pick one of these.
Petty Officer, Chief, Command, Orders,Launch, Battle, Deployment, Base, Uniform, Boots,Patch, Reenlistment, Quarters, Muster, LES, DECOM, Commanding Officer, Service Member.
Petty Officer: Babe do you hear that?
Spouse: No babe, is everything ok?
Petty Officer: Fuck it, just go back to sleep.
Spouse: Babe, tell me what’s wrong. So I can help you.
Petty Officer: Nothing you wouldn’t understand.
Spouse: let me try. Let me see what I can do.
Petty Officer: I just want a drink. I hate this Fucken life.
Spouse: (scared) Ok, let’s get your pills.
Petty Officer: Fuck those pills, fuck those doctors. They think that shit is suppose to help? Like I’m going to pop those shits and “poof” life is unicorns and Fucken gum drops.
Spouse: Babe I know. Let’s just take the pills and calm down.
Petty Officer: what part of “Fuck these pills do you not understand?” I’m not taking shit. Now leave me the fuck alone. Just get out of my face. (Drinking heavy) (panting back and forth) (face of severe anger)
Spouse: (scared) (alone) (silent) (emotional)
The broken words of pain, anger and frustration. No one feeling in return will help to heal the invisible demons. Although unseen by others, killing those internally that suffer from its presence. He is the dark cloud, the voice, the one in control. The sufferer brain is distorted and weak. He has been possessed and taken over by visions and feelings for which exist harder than others. Others may look on and see nothing. Ask what’s wrong? Who is he talking to? Why is he hurting so bad? No one knows. The answer is not in a book, not online, not in medication and sleeping reprograms it. Please sufferer come back to me. Come back to love where it is not weak. Let me hold you safely while you sleep. Your protected, I will watch and see. My clothing is not fatigues. For what you see is just me. I can change into all white. For I want to bring you peace. Please sufferer come back to me. I promise to make it easy to sleep. Take my hand and release what’s deep. Remember me? The gentle beauty. Please sufferer come back to me.
Sometimes symptoms appear seemingly out of the blue. … While everyone experiences PTSD differently, there are three main types of symptoms:Re-experiencing the traumatic event.
Avoiding reminders of the trauma.
Increased anxiety and emotional arousal.
This is the reality of it. But I live with someone experiencing this invisible severe pain. Although I can not see his trauma I feel his lash. I endure the sweeping of glass and blood shed from rage and constant mind fights towards himself.
This is a serious situation and has caused several cases of suicide. It’s time we support those that are dealing with this every second of their lives. Help educate others and try to be a supporter.
Every bit counts.
What is this that we wait so patiently for on certain days of the week to see?
They call this reality TV. People are being paid to show case their lives of luxury. We watch in hopes to see failure or to see how they do it and why we can not.
Nothing on these shows show us that there is a way for others to be just as successful.
Most of these woman have sucked the lives out of a man and then continued journey through their names. Or have just laid on their backside, had babies and now they are part of the world of luxury through child birth.
I find each show embarrassing and nothing humorous.
These people degrade others. Treat individuals like shit. Show up at charity events and start unnecessary drama and yet go home to a life of wealth.
How come i can’t seem to find this exit. It’s not showing up on google maps or navigation.
But there is plenty for Middle class next billion exits.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr
We need to erase the hate and add to the love.