A Look at the Unease of Transitioning to Homefront Living Following Combat - PTSD Combat : Winning the War Within
Sometimes in my bed at night
Sometimes in my bed at night
I curse the dark and I pray for the light
Sometimes, the lights no consolation
-"Walking on a thin line" Huey Lewis
Today, what keeps me at peace is "acting my way into right thinking." Motion creates emotion. We must do the things that will free us from our psychological slavery. I know this is easy to say, however massive action is the only thing that keeps me from just saying "what's the use" and digressing back into the darkness of my mind.
PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder manifests itself in many ways. What I used to think had nothing to do with my anger, but had everything to do with it. Like the alcoholic, the drink is just the tip of the iceberg. The tip is not what sunk the Titanic. It was what was under the water that sunk the unsinkable, tons of frozen ice (your subconscious mind). I work daily on placing powerful positive messages into my subconscious mind.
Insanity is defined as "doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result." I have stopped beating myself up about "good" or "bad" decisions because there are only "wise" and "unwise" decisions. The most important thing I can stress here is to act upon your decision. If it is not a wise decision, make another one.
the above is taken from PTSD: Pathways Through the Secret Door
Just so you know these are the complete lyrics to a song from the 80's that some of us can relate to
Walking a Thin Line
(Huey Lewis and the News)
Sometimes in my bed at night
I curse the dark and a pray for light
And sometimes, the light's no consolation
Blinded by a memory
Afraid of what it might do to me
And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me
Taught me how to shoot to kill
A specialist with a deadly skill
A skill I needed to have to be a survivor
It's over now or so they say
Well, sometimes, it don't turn out that way
Cause your never the same when you've been under fire
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me
Today, what keeps me at peace is "acting my way into right thinking." Motion creates emotion. We must do the things that will free us from our psychological slavery. I know this is easy to say, however massive action is the only thing that keeps me from just saying "what's the use" and digressing back into the darkness of my mind.
PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder manifests itself in many ways. What I used to think had nothing to do with my anger, but had everything to do with it. Like the alcoholic, the drink is just the tip of the iceberg. The tip is not what sunk the Titanic. It was what was under the water that sunk the unsinkable, tons of frozen ice (your subconscious mind). I work daily on placing powerful positive messages into my subconscious mind.
Insanity is defined as "doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result." I have stopped beating myself up about "good" or "bad" decisions because there are only "wise" and "unwise" decisions. The most important thing I can stress here is to act upon your decision. If it is not a wise decision, make another one.
the above is taken from PTSD: Pathways Through the Secret Door
Just so you know these are the complete lyrics to a song from the 80's that some of us can relate to
Walking a Thin Line
(Huey Lewis and the News)
Sometimes in my bed at night
I curse the dark and a pray for light
And sometimes, the light's no consolation
Blinded by a memory
Afraid of what it might do to me
And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me
Taught me how to shoot to kill
A specialist with a deadly skill
A skill I needed to have to be a survivor
It's over now or so they say
Well, sometimes, it don't turn out that way
Cause your never the same when you've been under fire
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me
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