Life after door kicking.

Category: MH

  • The Cost of Isolation: Six Lives That Prove We’re Meant to Be With People

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    And Why I Still Fight the Urge to Pull Away Isolation is tempting. Quiet. Predictable. Controlled. I battle with the urge to isolate. There are days when even stepping into a party, a store, or a casual conversation feels draining, like the world is tapping a vein and taking what I’ve got left. Sometimes it’s…

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  • Why I write

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    I was never the type who loved writing in school. Essays felt stiff. Book reports were a chore. But even back then, I was writing—just not the kind they asked for. I wrote lyrics. Rhymes scribbled in spiral notebooks, verses built in my head while walking alone, staring at ceilings, or laying in the dark.…

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  • Fighting for Routine: Discipline in the Middle of Recovery

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    Recovery Doesn’t Come With a Roadmap Recovery doesn’t come with a roadmap—especially when the body you’re trying to reclaim doesn’t move the same way it used to. After my spinal fusion, I wanted nothing more than to get back to rolling, lifting, and running—back to what once made me feel strong. But I knew I…

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  • Burned out not broken.

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    It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here.The truth is, I’ve been in the middle of rebuilding—not just my body, but my routines, my mindset, and my connection to the people who matter most to me. After my accident, recovery took priority. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. I had to figure…

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  • That day…

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    That day was fucked.I’m not even sure who I’m supposed to be mad at anymore — some pissed-off local, the Taliban, or maybe the Russians who might’ve dumped it all 20 years before. At this point, who knows? And honestly, it probably doesn’t matter. We just left the country again, barely any better off than…

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  • Poem in the am

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    If I died today who would mourn If I side hopped would it storm If my heart stopped peace be born Though at first it may look like pain After the worst you will see gain Know our course would see us change Loves a sport but we’re in flames When the resort is to…

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  • Everything is falling apart

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    The most solid thing I had in this world is gone. With it everything else is shaking beneath my feet as well. The thing I had turned all my focus on, that I had dedicated all my attention to is now crumbling before my eyes. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who…

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  • 32 year old?

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    16 year old miscreant. 17 year old rifleman. 18 year old assistant gunner. 19 year old combat veteran. 20 year old sham artist. 21 year old combat leader. 22 year old lifer. 23 year old victim. 24 year old rehabilatator. 25 year old broke dick. 26 year old full time Dad. 27 year old expatriate.…

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  • Weening

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    I have what you could call an addictive personality. Whatever it is I can take it to excess. Gaming, gambling, smoking, drinking, sex; if it’s an indulgence I can over do it. Not sure if it’s a nature or nurture thing, but it’s my battle. Balancing indulgence without developing dependence. I have a beast that…

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  • This Echo Chamber

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    It’s coming up on a year since my accident. A few years now that I have been having issues with driving. So basically I spend a lot more time at home and alone than I use to. Part of the way I pass time is YouTube. It’s been quite a few years I stopped using…

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