Can you get over PTSD 100%???

I don’t think you can escape it all, but you can overcome a great portion of it, or at least, that’s the way it feels for me…

My PTSD was obvious by the time I was 5 years old and because of the abuse, I was already in protective mode and between my older half brother and I, we kept the others safe, until we left home…

After that, I only know a couple stories of abuse and really not much about it, except that Freda made it all look like it was Don, when in reality…

Don had dementia that started after the softball knock out… I was there when he got knocked out and I was there when the Sundowner’s started… Freda knew, but she didn’t understand, but she knew enough to control the narrative of how things went…

Don said he was ready to retire, when I went active duty and within a year of my enlistment, he was getting out and reality… He couldn’t make rank or Freda talked him into retiring… He would have been a Chief Master Sgt… if Freda hadn’t caused the Big Springs, Texas event… See early blog… I died…

There is a lot of old history I have to review and it takes time to go through so many decades of memories… Why???

Because my edeitic memory likes to hiccup a lot and I’ll see a memory but it has a gap in it and that damn train of thought will scoot on out of here and in a month or two or year, that memory comes back around with the gap filled in… and that’s creating a issue with writing… I am too deep in thought and I need the whole picture to write…

I have lots of stuff going through the process my brain does and when it has value, I slow it down and look at it and hope I don’t forget it and have to wait for it to come around again to be of any good…

Amnesia and brain trauma, there are a few people I would wish this on, it might make them human instead of stupid dumb christian…

Writing is at that point… and today is a good day of thinking while I work… I got the last of the speaker wire cover and clamps and will be up and down the ladder making sure the Klipisch speakers blend into the weird fireplace thing the builder did… if I have a aha moment, I can always stop and write…

Psychology says it’s not a bad idea to forget some memories, especially if they cause us issues… and I know I have employed that practice over the decades, after so many sexual assaults, yea, you bury what you can and then you sit and watch as the Epstein survivors get as much justice as you did… NADA….

Homer is doing well, all the changes to help him achieve sleep has made a huge impact… He still has confusion and he still gets anxious, but, he putters around the property and does his thing outside and he is tired at the end of the day and he’s content with life… He works at the brain stimuli that helps with speed of thought and actions and I talk all the time of what we are trying to accomplish with our fixed income and what our future will be…

Until there is no hope, I will live with hope…

Puppies are thriving and spoiled but such a joy, if not a lot of work…. Truck is scheduled for November for a couple days in a shop to have all the maintenance done at one time… We saved $1,000 with going with a small business… Homer is a certified mechanic… He knows a good garage…

We are hot and humid and cutting grass, as we have had lots of rain too… Enjoy your day and hope for everything good in the world to land ontop of the Trump administration and take it out in one fell swoop of rapture… at least my form of rapture🤷🏼‍♀️

I remember…

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