Amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9/11/2001:
"On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic. All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that… Continue
Added by Janet Liebsch on September 11, 2015 at 9:20am —
As a professional firefighter we preach FIRE SAFETY, yet we overlook a huge safety issue that lurks at all hotels and motels in the USA. We inspect the hotel main lobby, storage area, laundry facility, pool areas, but we never inspect the rooms. Continue
Yes the hotel/motel rooms have a hidden danger in them. We as inspectors overlook these rooms, why? Because they are occupied? Yes, but why do we not inspect these rooms when they are not occupied? What about…
Added by Roy Poteete on June 18, 2016 at 10:03pm —
The tragic event that occurred this weekend in Orlando Florida, is something for all of us to reflect.
Western Civilization is under attack by two very different forces: Those of Islam on the one hand (no, not militant Islam, just Islam), and on the other hand, the Secularist “progressives” of the Left. Between these two forces, each of them a heresy of Christianity, we the men of the West, face a great challenge, to our way of life and to the Christian religion.
Added by Chaplain Shlomo on June 13, 2016 at 9:00pm —
With all the terrible news during Pentecost, with the shooting in Orlando Florida, it is easy to miss This great event in History some 2000 years ago--Pentecost- 50 days after Passover. Sunday June 12.
Christianity is built upon two great facts, the facts that God raised Jesus from the dead and the fact that the Holy Spirit makes this a reality in the life of the believer. Jesus risen; the Spirit given: these are the two foundations of our faith. … Continue
Added by Chaplain Shlomo on June 14, 2016 at 7:00pm —
From: Personal Journal Entry: 06 16 2015 Tuesday
After an emergency room trip which resulted in the next day discovering there was a natural gas leak. A technician confirmed it was a low level leak which had suddenly worsened and had become a severe leak.
The Unfeeling Psychopath
Natural gas, softly leaking for months, years...
Inhaled each day, each night, each morning whilst I was unaware
My brain inside my head… Continue
Added by Bree N. on March 18, 2016 at 5:30am —
Three weeks. I can make it through three weeks. It's time to phase out therapy after two years. Every week becomes two weeks, then three weeks. It's almost like the schedule to phase out a medication or something similar so there will be no withdrawal. I can do this, I know I can do this. It is only in theory, in thought where I become uncomfortable inside.
There is a box full of secrets which I am still working through. One day soon will be the last one and then what happens? Do I… Continue
Added by Bree N. on March 6, 2016 at 5:30am —
Poetry is consuming me. I've been working on creating a poem for every single PTSD blog post I've done in the last three years. It is very emotional and digs deep into the darkness of what I'd written about for so very long. Some poems bring forth emotions I did not expect. Tears fall, my throat gets tight and I feel I could begin to sob while I write. Those moments are the ones I question what I am doing with this year long project I've created for myself.
The words write… Continue
Added by Bree N. on February 27, 2016 at 10:57pm —
This simple act has no meaning to me anymore. Recently I was apologised to for an unfortunate two hour wait for an appointment. I felt it was important to simply say to her "The brain injury has messed up my sense of time passing, it could have been 10 min or three hours to me. I'm not worried about it, no apology needed." This seemed to startle her as she'd been apologising to patients for most of the day at this point. "Relax, no worries, I'm not worried about it." She finally… Continue
Added by Bree N. on February 24, 2016 at 4:39pm —
This refrain runs through my head each day as I wake, as I walk on the treadmill, and as I work through the rest of my day. I loved myself enough to save myself in the beginning of this journey. From the moment of this decision to save myself? My life changed. There are no longer any regrets. It's funny to look back and recall there had been regrets. Yet there have also been those moments where I thought perhaps this had been an insane act of desperation.
Added by Bree N. on February 17, 2016 at 5:00am —
Survival. I never thought I'd make it. I only survived through pure chance, pure luck and most of all the desperation that I would not die a passive death without having fought back. To have survived to only then be broken further by lesser things seemed unconscionable. It shamed me inside to not have been able to 'handle' all the things which further broke me.
All those straws, they do add up until the moment you break and break hard. In theory it's the one big moment which does it.… Continue
Added by Bree N. on February 20, 2016 at 5:00am —
PTSD is like a seedling planted in my psyche. A random seed dropped, not from the sky, but from a random act of terrorism. It has been up to me whether the seedling planted was nurtured into a full grown deeply rooted tree or neglected until it shriveled. For years I nurtured it in secret until the day it took root overwhelming me. At first it had been easy to hide the seedling's growth inside myself. Easy until it had grown so large no one could pretend it didn't exist anymore.
Added by Bree N. on February 14, 2016 at 12:46am —
Happiness is my constancy. It's a pursuit I've been actively pursuing for months now. Once I became aware of my brain being 'stuck' in the happy groove and how wonderful it felt? I didn't want it to stop. Yet, in my pursuit of brain healing using the two handed sketching and painting, it has began to stir up the emotional center. Tears began flowing again, anger began being right below the surface. Laughter, and yes..feelings of love began to fill me up.
I am overwhelmed by… Continue
Added by Bree N. on February 12, 2016 at 5:30am —
This past week I've been moving towards a majestic meltdown. I could even sense it coming. To say the fences had been pushed hard is to lessen the importance of the ribbon I'd been racing to get to. This particular ribbon I met and broke with an exuberant sense of achievement. Ribbon wrapped around my body I fell to the ground and couldn't get up, could breathe only with jagged breaths. Now what? I dragged myself up off the ground to find this particular race was over and I'd gotten so caught… Continue
Added by Bree N. on February 5, 2016 at 4:00am —
Survive. Heal. Move forward. On paper it seems so simple. In actuality it was not an easy path at all. It proved to be a path which meandered a lot. Sometimes I just sat down in the mud and said, "Nope, not moving from this spot. Not happening." Yet eventually I would get up and move forward again. Other times I would push too hard, too fast and fall down, go several steps back and restart the process again until I stopped falling down.
It's always interesting to meet others… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 31, 2016 at 12:30am —
Fences are still being pushed to see if I can get through to the areas I cannot yet reach inside my brain. Sometimes I only stroll along half heartedly to check my inner fence line. There are days I don't care to push my fences remaining content in the moment. Those days are the ones where I feel as if I am gathering my strength to push hard at the fence in the coming days. I will be ready for what lies behind them when I do.
The calm inside holds a trembling sensation and I am… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 24, 2016 at 10:55am —
My breath is a cloud of fog as I exhale. I pull on the fingerless gloves to hit the bag outside on the patio and notice there is frost on the bag. It's really too cold to be outside but my need is too high. I breathe in again and watch the cloud of fog dissipate as I crouch into position to hit the bag. Frost flies off of it as I begin to find my rhythm. Jab, cross, hook, cross, hook cross over and over changing sides as one side begins to tire. The fog is constant now as I'm breathing heavier,… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 20, 2016 at 5:00am —
Walking the fence line is what I do daily inside my mind. I walk that fence pushing at it trying to find any weaknesses to those barriers holding me back from emotions, thoughts and memories. Some days there is the discovery of a weakness in those barriers and I will stay there awhile pushing to see if I can get through.
Other days it is as if the barrier is solid instead of created out of mist. I can hit it, I can kick it, I can push, push until I fall down instead of that barrier.… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 17, 2016 at 5:00am —
No, its not Friday its Sunday as I was busy Friday and had to do a little work getting the snow blower ready as we are to get some Lake Effect snow here in WNY Sunday night early Monday morning. Time will tell. But away what we all need to do is make sure we have a Winter Emergency Kit in our vehicles, such things as a blank, water, a snack or something we can eat in-case we are stuck some where on the highway and its happen here in WNY (not me) but others. Make sure we have full tank of gas… Continue
Added by Bob Allard on January 10, 2016 at 9:30am —
The definition of myself, as a person who has survived and has woken up to a brand new day. New, that is how I feel at this point in my life. It is as if I never knew what it was like to fully feel emotions. They are new, fresh, as if I am unfamiliar with them and yet they are familiar in some depths of my mind. I draw and this alone has taken me to a depth of emotion I cannot escape from.
Part of me wants to fly free of these emotions which unsettle me, undo me until I want to be… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 8, 2016 at 5:00am —
Looking out the window I see all the debris in the yard still needing to be picked up. It's pretty much an entire tree's worth of limbs from two trees down in the yard. Half a tree down plus all the further most limbs of the really old tree. It is as if the older one self trimmed itself of all the old limbs up top. There is definitely a lesson there to be had.
I drink my hot tea, sipping it slowly as it will burn my pouch otherwise and look outside, thinking about my own 'old limbs'.… Continue
Added by Bree N. on January 6, 2016 at 11:22am —