Found in an old notebook of mine.

4-9-10A gentle, cool breeze foreshadows the night crispness to come, while huge yellow daffodils framed by late-day sunbeams bravely flaunt Spring. The birds in my garden quiet their song as they seek retiring roosts. A lone bumble bee buzzes by in sluggish flight. Blue to pink to purple to dark, westerly skies swallow the sun,…

Be happy you knew him.

If you ever had the chance to meet Bernard “Bud” Earl Ware, Sr. it is unlikely that you would have forgotten him. Don’t be sad that he is gone. Be happy that you knew him. 5/2/1923 – 6/28/2020 What an amazing life. From plowing fields behind horses and delivering milk in wagons, the Depression, WWII,…

The list that thwarted me.

The V.A. has enabled me to do a lot of my PTSD therapy at home via Telehealth. I was provided with an iPad mini for this purpose. The last several weeks I have done therapy at home, and am very grateful for this. I’m able to stay home and stay safe, while my state is…

Feeling bad about feeling bad.

THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 2020  I’ll start this off by reminding readers that I am not a mental health professional. I write from the perspective of a person who lives with a myriad of mental and emotional health issues. Those that have followed my haphazard blog along it’s bumpy road, know some of the reasons and…

Random Ramblings

I have this huge purple notebook that I used for journaling, and general note-taking while I was in residential treatment for PTSD. I also had smaller notebooks, one for each specific class. I was leafing through my purple one this morning, and found not only notes and journals, but also some “writings” interspersed among it’s…