posted on May, 7 2008 @ 10:39 AM
I empathize with this article.
When I look back at my childhood I see nothing but pure *%$# hell. Beaten, stripped naked and thrown outside, forced to eat bad &^% food, locked in
small closets all day on weekends if my oldman was home on the weekend etc.......and thats the good part. I used to pray he would die or go to jail
When I allow myself to think about this I simply burn inside. Even as I write this anger bubbles over.
After the *&%8* first 15 years I left home and only came back once in a while to check on my mother.
Of course...that is not what caused my PTSD.....something far worse happened years later. In the words of one of my doctors...# happens...and they
began, along with some other doctors, to help me to come to terms with my bull# life.
Now, at this point, my present day old lady is amazed at how I have changed. My older daughters, who I treat as God's gift to me, are also amazed at
the change. My baby girl, who is in kindergarden has not seen her father get angry in a few years...and before that very seldom.
The secret in my recovery is something my Great Granddad and my Granddad used to grow on the farm.
I take no meds, I don't drink, work my ass off and kick back with mother natures healing herb at least 6 days a week when I get home.
Many, many peple have commented that they thought I would be dead or in jail but they don't know the about what could be termed as Rasta med.
Now I spend my time working on my bikes, working with the Boilermakers and spending time with my family.
This may not be everyone's answer but my doctors all agree that it is working. (one is my VA doctor/psych)