Life after door kicking.

Tag: ptsd

  • It wasn’t bad enough so I let it get so much worse

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    This is the post I didn’t want to write.What makes it worse is that none of this is new to me.I wrote about this years ago. It was actually the first thing I ever wrote, even if it wasn’t the first thing I posted. I talked about the panic attacks, the hyper vigilance, the feeling…

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  • From Duty to Dad: Navigating Fatherhood After War

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    I never really knew my dad.If you added up all the time I spent with him, it wouldn’t make six months. The first time I saw him, I was around eight, and I don’t remember doing much with him. The next time was as a preteen, and that round didn’t do me any favors —…

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  • Life After Door Kicking: Why I Had to Start Writing or Explode

    What’s the story behind your nickname? “LifeAfterDoorkicking” came about while I was racking my brain for a name that captured the mess, meaning, and momentum of everything I wanted to say. I had this piece—this raw, unfinished, rewritten dozen-times-over piece—sitting in my phone notes, itching to break out of the screen and into the world.…

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  • Opening old wounds.

    This Is Gonna Hurt No matter how hard you tug, it’s not coming off fast. I’ve been picking at these scabs for a long time. Every now and then, after I get good and drunk, I find myself walking down memory lane with someone. Enthusiastically recalling my glory days. By the end, I’m half, maybe…

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  • Transitioning.

    My life after door kicking. I’ll be coming up on 10 years post military life. I thought I made the transition within a few months of seperation. Now, almost 10 years out, I have realized that in some ways I am still transitioning. From my expectations of co-workers, the way I attack both my personal…

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