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This cowboy is in big trouble. The only thing that doesn't end up hurting is his hat. Stay tuned for the next episode! Warning... If you have PTSD please don't look at what's coming. Rodeo is the only place a horse can hurt a human and can get away with it.
Alice exhibits symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia, and the Mad Hatter those of both Bipolar disorder and PTSD, Alice in Wonderland is a story so infused with mental illness that both of these characters actually had syndromes named after them...and we thought they were just bedtime stories read by loving parents....
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CURELESS+[n.i] aliceinmonsterland / 01 / thehatter RARE
CURELESS+[n.i] aliceinmonsterland / 12 / queenscollar
CURELESS+[n.i] aliceinmonsterland / 04 / whiterabbit
:Moon Amore: Circus / Ruffle Collar (Blood)
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No one ever sign up to be Physicals, emotional or verbal abuse in a relationship.
when a relationship starts its fun and joyful time because people date others to find their life partner.
I made this photo because I had seen a post on facebook from a young girl who
stood up to her abuser who was cheated on her, Lying to her.
He stood there and played with her Emotions and her trust. Meanwhile She just wanted
to find someone to love her.
but every lie, secret, and dark cloud hung over her head,
She wanted to believe all the sorry and the I love you.
But She was smart she did her homework, He didn't just do this
to her. where were more girls to his past that were speaking up about the abuse.
If you are getting abuse talk about it... Seek help from 911 or anyone that will listen.
It's ok to be scared we are human.
I will say this I have been in a abuse of relationship in Real-Life and on Secondlife.
when someone is broken and falling part it can take time to rebuild someone trust and loyalty.
This can take weeks, months and even years to heal and sometimes the damage is so bad people can get a mental illnesses
of anxiety or depression or PTSD.
If you are in a abuse of relationship or have been in one and need someone to talk too my mail Box is always open and I do check it everyday.
Here is a listen of things I have been threw
start with the Physical Abuse
- Shoved
- Hit
- Stalked for 15 years
- Grabbed
- Sexual Abuse
Next with the Emotional Abuse
- Blaming
- Not accepting responsibility for ones own actions
- Playing mind games
- Using the guilt trip
- Demanding
- Constant interrogations
- Controlling partner's activities
- Jealousy (they could be jealous but I couldn't)
- Isolation from family and friends (I Lost both my amazing crazy parents and one of my sisters)
- Insulting my family
and last with Verbal Abuse
- Threatening to harm themselves
- Calling over and over
- Constant accusation of cheating (I have never cheated on anyone RL or SL)
- Yell At
- Name Calling
- Silent treatment
- Twisting people words
- LYING
- Gas lighting
From Ąlαnα ß-ᴡ-ß-Ƙιуσяι
Alec Benjamin - Must Have Been The Wind
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I heard glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine
At first I thought that I was dreamin'
But then I heard the voice of a girl
And it sounded like she'd been cryin'
Now I'm too worried to be sleepin'
So I took the elevator to the second floor
Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door
She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing
She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you"
Sweater zipped up to her chin
"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you
But I have to go back in
Wish I could tell you about the noise
But I didn't hear a thing"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
So I was layin' on the floor of my room
Cold concrete on my back
No, I just couldn't shake the feeling
I didn't want to intrude because I knew that I didn't have all the facts
But I couldn't bear the thought of leavin' her
So I took the elevator to the second floor
Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door
She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing
She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you"
Sweater zipped up to her chin
"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you
But I have to go back in
Wish I could tell you about the noise
But I didn't hear a thing"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
Aim my boom box at the roof, I'm playing, "Lean on me"
Just so that she knows that she can lean on me
And when she hears the words, I hope she knows she'll be okay
Aim my boom box at the roof, I'm playing, "Lean on me"
Just so that she knows that she can lean on me
And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say
"Promise I'm not playing tricks on you
You're always welcome to come in
You could stay here for an hour or two
If you ever need a friend"
"We can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but till then"
I say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
I say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind
This is an entirely new direction for my photography as well as being deeply personal. On occasion for those who have followed me from the beginning, I have eluded to having experience of mental health issues. The truth is, as is the title of this Album, I suffer from CPTSD, which stands for Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, unlike PTSD that extends from one or two short term incidences of trauma, CPTSD extends from the long term effects of trauma. Sometimes from abuse and trauma having lasted for years or even decades, as such was my case.
This new collection will focus on this condition that was only recognised in the DSM 3 back in 1980 and few people know about it. This hopefully will bring about awareness of the condition and help others who suffer from trauma based condition to feel comfortable to speak about it.
Frankly, I couldn't give a shit if I don't get much in the way of faves/likes, it's the information I want to get out and the therapy it serves me and maybe others. Thank you if you read all this, means a lot.
I trust everyone is well and so as always, thank you!
PS: and yes, that is me ;)
“Yes, star-crossed in pleasure,
the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure,
we watch it fly, yes
And time waits for no one,
and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one,
and it won't wait for me…
Drink in your summer,
gather your corn
The dreams of the nighttime
will vanish by dawn
And time waits for no one,
and it won't wait for me”
by
The Rolling Stones- written by the
Glimmer Twins, Mick Jagger + Keith
Richards
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I don't often express my feelings but with this photo I had to share.............
PTSD is real .... I've been battling this long road of Night terrors for the past few days, and I can't help but feel locked into a dark memory black hole.
Replaying the same trauma over and over again.......
WHEN WILL IT STOP!
Always the outdoorsman...he hunted quail, deer, elk, mountain lion, trotlined for catfish, fished for bass in the creeks and ponds and trout in mountain streams. He served as a medic in WWII and received the Soldier's Medal for pulling 5 men from a crashed and burning airplane in Italy in 1943. He suffered from severe PTSD the rest of his life...1921-1978.
A Brighter Veterans Day sunrise reflecting on some Fall color, heavy frost and very cold morning, today is of course Veterans Day as well as the 100th Aniversary of th end of WW1. Today I honor my Grandfather who served in WW1, in France, half of the Battalion he was with were KIA, he was gassed several times and continued to have health problems including PTSD called shell shock untill he passed away at 49 years old. I honor all my friends and my buddies and all the Vets I have known in my lifetime. May we all pray for Peace on Earth.
This building opened in 1934 as a veterans treatment center for veterans of WWl. This included the main building as well as the separate Veterans Dining Block. Expansions were made in 1945 and reopened in 1949 as the Crease Clinic of Psychological Medicine, a short-term psychological treatment center. Now used almost exclusively for film production, including episodes of the X-files.
Coquitlam, BC Canada
*No copies or reproductions please and thank-you
Riverview Hospital is a Canadian mental health facility located in Coquitlam, British Columbia. It operated under the governance of BC Mental Health & Addiction Services when it closed in July 2012.
Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships. Wishing you all health during this difficult time.
Stay Healthy, both physically and 'mentally', as these are challenging times.
~Christie
**Best experienced in full screen
Credits coming soon...
Thank you and a billion hugs to everyone who has viewed, liked, or commented on my work <3 The piece above was done when insomnia and depression/PTSD hit me at the same time. So I was not really sure how it would turn out...
May you all be able to sleep and create each day <3
“I wish, I hope, I wonder
Where you're at sometimes
Is your back against the wall?
Or just across the line
Have you been standing in the rain
Reciting nursery rhymes?
Trying to recall
Some long lost kind of peace of mind
Peace of mind…”
~John Prine~ from his song ~
“Saddle in the Rain”
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“Now I have found still waters
The silence rules the waves
I feel the wind slowing down around me
And a mirror is unveiled
How I've been longing for this moment when
The rivers are running
All towards the same sea
For this moment when I'm free”
~Ane Brun ~ from her song “Still Waters”
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The theatre filled with people and the lights dimmed, then Adam told me that he has PTSD. He said that he’d served in the Viet Nam War and cannot cope with stressful situations, crowds, threatening encounters, loud noises and especially fireworks. I’ve yet to meet a Viet Nam vet who was not damaged in some way, and this was not the time for a deep and meaningful.
The show got under way and was a brilliant performance of song, dance, mime, comedy and superb music. The folk show was a triumph of entertainment; by far one of the best live shows I’ve ever seen. Such a shame there was a parallel show of drama and pathos playing out next to me at the same time.
“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained Angels
unawares.”
Hebrews 13:2
Song by Pink Floyd~ Astronomy Domine
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Beachscape shot from Barassie Beach, Troon, Scotland.
On the first day of 2024 my first shot in 8 months.
The beach was actually incredibly busy with people taking a New Years Day dip in the single figure temperature waters. I was not well enough to get close enough to anyone to take a reasonable photograph but found this piece of driftwood instead. The largest piece of driftwood I have seen on the beach in the past year thanks to the recent batch of Atlantic storms.
Suffering from PTSD you have a smaller 'green zone' or ability to cope with anything outside of a very narrow 'normal', Sometimes that green zone is miniscule and at other times you can cope more normally. I managed a short walk on the beach for about ten minutes before I had to leave. Given that I have barely left the house for a couple of weeks, this was a big achievement.
Trauma is crippling. It steals your life. I hope that it is not entirely insurmountable and I am taking the baby steps needed to reclaim my life.
The first photograph in 8 months is a big step in getting reacquainted with my camera. Thank you all for your support and understanding.
“Is there a way for you to shine without fear?
From other worlds
But you can't say what keeps you here
Dancing on the astral plane
Holy water cleansing rain
Floating through the stratosphere
Blind, but yet you see so clear”
From the song by Valerie June, written by Valerie June Hockett
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Captiva Island, Florida, USA, Gulf of Mexico
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Profile portrait of Archie surveying some of his territory and ensuring it is safe.
When he first had the outside world to explore he was bold and hopped over fences until we heard an almighty ruckus and Archie flew over the fence having received a pierced ear. Poor Archie has not ventured outside of the garden since and cowers whenever a neighbouring cat comes into the garden.
He does, however, seem to be enamoured by one cat that very occasionally appears in the neighbours garden. An intact male that we call Barry, which may or may not be his name, and Archie spends time every day looking through the fence to see if Barry is there. It is a fine 'bromance' indeed.
I had to pick up my camera at least once in February on my path to rekindling my relationship with photography and this is the result. Photography twice in two months might not sound like much but it is a massive improvement on where I was last year. Archie may have some form of kitty trauma but my PTSD is complex and a difficult hurdle to overcome. Baby steps.
Thank you all so much for your love and support throughout this difficult battle to reclaim my life from trauma.
Best wishes.
Quote by David McKay
The less I say about a picture, the more meaning it has without me saying a word.
This bird was involved in an extended, epic battle with two others. I guess it won because it perched right on it's favorite food source.
I've seen this "feather fluff" before and thought it was a display of aggression. Now I think it is an effort to cool down.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from June 2018 with an anonymised subject that is perfect to answer the oft asked question: Why am I not currently doing street photography?
I have CPTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Disorder) and have suffered with it for 20 years.
I managed to live through the technicolour nightmares, flashbacks, intrusive memories and triggered hypervigilance with a number of coping strategies but the Covid pandemic interuppted those and my symptoms worsened greatly. Over the past 3 years my CPTSD became unmanageable and I became really very ill.
I have recently finished a year of intensive trauma therapy which has been a great help but the road to recovery is a long process. Most days I am still unable to even leave the house and face people, and this explains why I haven't even touched my camera for the past 5 months.
I am making progress and am proud of what I have acheived to overcome these difficulties but the road ahead will be rocky, and may take some time and intense effort. I do fully intend to return to my beloved 'people photography' as soon as I am able to do so.
This is why your continued support while I have been uploading older unpublished shots and re-edits has been invaluable. I am grateful beyond measure for your kind words, favourites and support and it has, at times, kept me going and determined to pick up my camera once again.
I recently read someone else's words on CPTSD that sum up the difficulties quite well. I'll leave this here to give you an idea of what I am up against and am determined to beat. Thank you all so very, very much.
PTSD is a living hell but I am determined to not let those that did this to me, win.
Take care everyone.
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PTSD isn't just flashbacks and memories.
It's not feeling safe when there is no logical reason for it.
It's intrusive thoughts that change your whole mood in a heartbeat.
It's hypervigilance, seeing threats everywhere.
It's not being able to trust your own instincts because you don't know what is a real threat or what is just in your mind.
It's poor sleep because if you close your eyes you know you will see it all again.
It's not being able to function day to day because you are broken and exhausted.
It's feeling like a failure, feeling like you deserve it and feeling like you will be like this forever.
It's feeling like you can't trust anyone so you would rather be alone.
It's constantly dealing with physical symptoms like headaches, nausea and palpitations.
It's like living in a prison made from your own mind beacuse of what someone else did to you.
It's living with the consequences of someone else's actions and the anger that can bring too.
It's getting triggered into a traumatised state by sometimes seemingly random things.
It's being unable to cope with even the slightest thing that goes wrong.
It's blaming yourself and hating yourself for 'failing' to stand up against those who caused the trauma.
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Captured in April 2022 during a local walkabout with my camera in East Kilbride, Scotland.
My life is unravelling fast. My health deteriorated, my PTSD worsened and now some devastating news yesterday that removes my safety, security and wonderful beach walks.
I have been dealt with blow after blow throughout my life. I overcame them all. This time I am completely empty. I have no resilience left. I can barely take care of myself at times. I can hardly even leave the house or answer the door at times.
I don't know how I cope with this.
I lost my beloved career, my physical health, my mental health, my friends, my cats Kitteh and Jasper, my dad, my mum, my independence, my mobility, my ability to cope with anything going slightly wrong and now I have lost my partner. My home by the beach will soon follow. 20 years... 20 years. Gone.
I need a safe space to cope with my PTSD. I don't have a safe space.
I don't know how to survive this. I have nothing left. 300 miles away from my family. No friends nearby. I have nothing.
I am sorry to pour my heart out to you all but I wanted to let you all know what is going on because you have all been so kind to me.
Your support has been incredible throughout my photography journey. I can't begin to thank you all enough for that. You have warmed my heart deep down over and over again. You deserve honesty if I am unable to post any more photographs.
Take care of yourselves and each other. I'm done.
Took this photo with my old Minolta 35mm camera & color slide film during a trip to Washington, DC in 1975.
Walking past the Viet Nam Memorial, looking for names you knew, friends you lost, was like walking into a grave. It hurt. I cried. I wasn't the only one who felt that way.
PTSD is like a scar. You can cover it up, but it will never go away. Ever. Ever.
In my last post, a couple of my friends rightly pointed out that Christmas could be a lonely time for many people. How is that so? Christmas is a time of merriness and joy, but for those who are suffering from PTSD (and, of course, not only them) it is a time of anxiety. Situations like meeting new people, being in a noisy crowded room, are stressful for PTSD or trauma survivors. They are already putting a smiley-face mask on. But, life has a habit of going on.
And for the rest of us, who are trying to find the best recipe for stuffing that turkey for the extended family visiting over Christmas, it’s OK. No one is a superhero.
So, just breathe. Or better still, get outdoors.
An older photo taken by me.
I wanted to upload a photo, and I was going to upload one of my newer photos.. and then I realized my SD card is in my camera.. and before grabbing it I realized it's been a very long time since I've uploaded one of my older photos. (So here's one).
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Today is a busy-ish week.
We've had quite a few appointments.. and thankfully we've already made it thru more than half of them (with the least amount of stress- which I'm SO grateful for!) I was really expecting it to be a lot more stressful.. (I'm a 'catastrophic thinker' due to my PTSD and I'm always panicking and expecting the worst).. But after whatever the situation is - is done, I'm always grateful that it didn't go as bad as I'd imagined.. However, I am hoping to work thru that part of my PTSD because it's debilitating. They say stress is really bad for you, well if you guys knew the amount of stress that my body goes thru for a simple appointment (most of the time) you'd understand why this is an issue to me. I spoke to a professional about it, and I'm going to make an appointment soon to talk to him... he seems to think that it's fixable.
>>Example of my catastrophic thinking is: After Juan drops me off for work, he KNOWS that he has to message me when he makes it hope safely. If he doesn't, I will call him on my break.. & if he doesn't answer.. (without my mind sorting it out and being optimistic) I literally think that his car is upside-down in a ditch.. on fire. and YEAH... so you can see why this can be an issue??) I am very grateful that Juan understands this! He remembers 95% of the time to message me, "SAFE". But that other 5%...?! AHHH!
Anyway.. I am grateful to have coworkers, friends and family who understand this about me. I mean I guess it's not THAT big of an issue.. it goes hand in hand with my severe anxiety. However, I work thru it EVERY DAY (and it's very bad). The PTSD is managed right now for the most part thru medication.. (it works wonders for the flash backs and nightmares- it's a miracle medication).
◻ It is 100% possible to WORK & be a functioning/valuable member of society after trauma. After addiction & coming from the very bottom, you can also rise up. I am an example of both, gratefully.
Now, like I said.. it isn't easy.. and it can get VERY bad some days. I just have to make sure to let everyone know as soon as I realize - that my anxiety is really acting up.. & I am so grateful for the people in my life, who love me & understand.
But, like I said.. it IS possible to function. It is possible to LIVE. Even though some days it feels impossible.. you push through it! And you SURVIVE! The feeling afterwards is amazing.. That you made it through another day.. (when it felt like you wouldn't). But the best feeling is when you realize how great of a support system that you have surrounding you...
THIS IS WHY- you have to talk to people about it. Not everyone. But the people who are close to you and work with you/live with you.. They need to know & understand.. and that will make all of the difference.. (for you to continue and succeed.
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I truly hope that you all have a BEAUTIFUL & BLESSED DAY!
Thank you all for all of your kind words, support & comments.
Thank you for your continuous friendships. I appreciate you all.. and look forward to reading your nice comments & viewing your beautiful photos/artwork.
THANK YOU GUYS.
Take care!
I met this First Nations veteran of various campaigns while en route to visit my daughter. I had stopped to photograph one of the natural wonders of our Country in Grand Falls. He projected something full of quiet humanity while standing next to me, looking at the falls. I asked him if I could take a few shots of him and explained to his girlfriend/wife as well. We connected.
Thank you both for letting me take a few photos and allowing me into your world, even for this short time.
Cassandra Burgess, artist of this three-dimensional chalk, metal and wood, created as a loving tribute to her father. Cassandra Burgess describes her work:
"Creating the piece 'PTS' throughout this last year was a form of therapy for me. My father, also known as Chief Master Sergeant Robert Burgess, served in the war and came back changed. I expected him to come back changed, but not permanently. The changes in my family were undescribable. Working on ‘PTS’ was originally an escape from the changes but it became the very place that helped me process my feelings. I disconnected my mind and put my body into it. I drew, sculpted, sanded and physically worked through what I was feeling. The 2D chalk pastel drawing transitions to a 3D sculpture made of plaster, metal, and wood. It resembles the transition of my denial of my father having PTSD to a tangible reality in my life. The abstract forms coming from the helmet resembles what cannot be described. My father's eyes constantly remind me that he has experienced things that can't be described or understood unless you have experienced it yourself."
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Acupuncture is one of the alternative treatments for PTSD offered at the Combat Stress Reset Center at Fort Hood, along with reiki, sound therapy, meditation, massage and others. The general idea is to help soldiers relax - hyper arousal is a huge problem when soldiers return from combat.
When it comes to using acupuncture and Chinese medicine to treat PTSD, they don't come much more knowledgable than Joe Chang. He's written books on the subject, and the other doctors at the center described him as the best there is.
*Working Towards a Better World
Here is a link telling you about these wonderful dogs who most definitely are our best friends:
Assistance Dogs International : Service Dogs
www.assistancedogsinternational.org/about-us/types-of-ass...
There are infinite duties these dogs serve from
. Mobility – Pick up items, pull wheelchair, open & close doors, assist in balance.
. Hearing – Alerts handler to specific sounds and take handler to them.
. PTSD – Assist in keeping a person grounded and trained to alert when mental state changes.
. Seizure Prediction – Train pets to be service dogs that already naturally detect handlers seizures and alert them before they occur. (very rare)
. Seizure Response – Train a dog to respond to a seizure while it occurs by holding the handler down, getting help or barking to attract attention.
. Medical Alert – Train dogs for invisible conditions and to alert the handler.
. Diabetic Alert – Train dogs to detect high or low blood sugar levels and alert handler.
. Emotional Support Animal (ESA) – Train basic obedience of pet dogs for therapeutic use in housing.
. Blind - for the blind and the visually impaired.
. Therapy - who help patients in hospitals.
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
“ Spinning Thoughts-Masked Emotions ”
"I wanted to make up for my "long shutter" disaster last week. It was time for a self portrait. It was fun creating this. I got my favorite mask out & set up my tripod & timer.. and snapped a few shots, this one being my favorite. I feel like this image, screams "emotion".
I'm all about "mental health awareness" & I like to show/discuss it in my PERSONAL images.
& I feel like this photo shows the inner feelings of someone, during an anxiety attack.. overwhelmed, scared, head spinning, unsure, out of body, numb, can't breathe.. the list goes on. I hate anxiety & PTSD, but it's important for people suffering to know that they're not alone. & Also to raise awareness to friends & family of those suffering.. Trying to show them what their loved one feels.. It helps. God bless you all!"
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Above, was literally copy and pasted from my 52Frames Submission. Which actually will not be available to view until at least Tuesday, I believe. However, the link to my page if anyone IS interested is:
52frames.com/photographer/17600
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I hope that everyone is doing fantastic this week! I'm doing and feeling a bit better than last week.. Which is why I wanted to do a decent photo for this week's challenge.. *dedicated to mental health, as always*. Thankfully I was able to do a self portrait, and I'm actually happy with the way it turned out.
I even liked my hair ties on my arm, almost to offset the other arm not having them I guess? Either way, I liked & left them there.
**THIS is "Long SHUTTER". Me set up in front of my camera/tripod with the timer on.. and moving my head while the camera snapped away. This one was my favorite. I'm quite happy with it, to be honest.. which is why I wanted to share with you guys..
LOCATION: For those of you wondering, this was taken at my house. No flash or reflectors. I just used the little bit of sunlight coming thru the window in my front door - but I left the door closed this time (I usually will open it). I set up my tripod & used the light coming from the door, and positioned myself in front of it.
I recently bought a NICE FLASH *that you put on your camera* & a diffuser. I really am thinking that I ought to practice with that darn thing soon! I am such a procrastinator... I truly am! I need a push.. or a big shove.. to start playing with it again lol. Or take it out of the box... at least lmao!
Tkae care & GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
This started out as an image of my shadow cast from a late afternoon sun while I was standing on a picnic table in a park. This is where it ended up.
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PTSD is a bitch. But i wondered if sharing my pain, will make you feel less alone. Youre not alone.
as for /you/. you mistook me for weak when you tried to break me. Mistook what a broken doll would look like with the fire in my eyes. I will never stop fighting. Never stop beating you. You dont scare me anymore. you dont scare me at all.
Art has always been an easy way for me to channel my fears, my pain. I have found a special love for sl photography and combining the two, makes my soul feel a little more complete than yesterday.
A special thank you to the one who made me Kintsugi. Thank you for picking me up and putting me back together again by showing me that i could.
I CANT HEAR YOU, I DONT FEAR YOU NOW.
My Father-in-Law has suffered from PTSD since coming home from Vietnam. I always think of the lyrics from Poison's song, "something to believe in" - anytime I don't remember, in a war he can't forget.
Psalm 23:1–6
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
This is a list of our Brothers and Sisters whose names are listed here on Panels 42E, 43E, and 44E.
To search, go HERE and click on the appropriate panel number.
Caution: You are likely to find someone you knew............
One of my best friends is near the center of Panel 43E
I miss you every day, Mike
20030523DE Franziska R. got PTSD after shooting a man with a gun - lives, retired, among her horses #emop #2016 #blackandwhite #15 #knownknowns&unknownknowns #art #realpeople #reallives #portraits #b&w #photography #horses #ptsd #instagram #street www.hughes-photography.eu www.flickr.com/photos/michael_hughes www.monochrome.photos www.hughes.berlin
A sculpture in a hidden part of the National Memorial Arboretum. It's quiet, secluded there. This is a memorial to those who suffered with PTSD: those who experienced conflict. And now the enemy is in their head.
It sits there. Isolated. Naked. A hand extends pitifully.
The soul wants peace.: craves the warmth of a human touch. Bad memories of the past. Pain, fear, loneliness, confusion. Reach out if you feel alone. For everyone wants peace for the world.
(The fingers look a bit E.T to me, but it is the same message: reach out! Call! www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ua3V_2mBtVE )