tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post2075049724783141159..comments2023-04-03T00:54:10.969-07:00Comments on PTSD is NOT My Fault: Mind SedgeHillary63http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206667421255061274noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-87049961887294794472010-11-11T04:59:48.739-08:002010-11-11T04:59:48.739-08:00To my favourite veteran, who has paid just a heavy...To my favourite veteran, who has paid just a heavy a price as any who fought in any trenches, I wish you love and peace this Remembrance Day.Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-17552414478346132652010-11-03T23:29:51.561-07:002010-11-03T23:29:51.561-07:00I'm with Cathy. This entry is so familiar to ...I'm with Cathy. This entry is so familiar to me. I recognize your feelings of emptiness, worthlessness, nessnesss ness etc. This is NOT advice! Just an observation about myself - when I'm in those places I try to remember that it's a place in my mind, a stage, that I don't aLWAYS feel so... nothing. It's part of a bigger whole. You don't have to justify your pain. To me you sound like a more finely-tuned human, one who feels keenly the ridiculous horror of the wars (mostly) men make. You sound wounded. If your wounds were more obviously physical would you feel the need to justify your pain? Walking is good for me too. Thank you for writing.Jessica Hirst / Palmer Fishmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01608441336020804994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-10500761246205382882010-11-02T09:48:35.898-07:002010-11-02T09:48:35.898-07:00Thanks CathThanks CathHillary63https://www.blogger.com/profile/12206667421255061274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-65505780609463985012010-11-02T03:54:38.201-07:002010-11-02T03:54:38.201-07:00There is no point.
You get what you get, you use w...There is no point.<br />You get what you get, you use what you have, that's it.<br />There is no proper way to use our lives. That's the beauty of it.<br />Besides, we're ALL just future compost.<br />You might as well do what you want with life because it's yours and yours alone. This at peace stuff is over-rated and probably doesn't exist - not until we truly are compost.<br />So fuck it.Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.com