Dreams of Childhood…

The last few nights have been dreams of childhood… A christmas long forgotten where we got the game mouse trap… Another christmas of Barbie dolls and I would have prefered tonka trucks… 

A Halloween where mom made home-made goodies to give out, when it was still safe to go out alone and trick or treat…

A family gathering at uncle Dans and aunt Neices house, where the toilet was still out side in a shed… and water was hand cranked into the house….

Nothing new in the memory department… these are memories I always had… the few good times in that house of horrors…

Sleep is natural, no nightmares… does not mean that won’t happen, it just seems to be more gentle dreams at this time… What little I understand about PTSD, once you face the nightmare and own it, accept the memory, no matter how horrible, the nightmare goes away and that seems to be exactly what has happened….

As for the depression, no sign of it and there has been opportunity for it to rear its ugly head into my daily existence… what they say about that part of the PTSD and depression is right also…

After 50 years of PTSD and depression, to have it melt away seems appropriate… I have hope that it is gone for good…

I still have horrors to face and I will in time…  I live for today, tomorrow has yet to happen…

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I Remember…..

Author: maggi9454

Margie was born into a typical christian military family... Her story is anything but typical... Domestic violence, rape, attempted murder and all done while my dad served in the U. S. Air Force and they buried the truth... then my own children impacted by Air Force cover up while I am active duty.... Rape, Attempted murder, domestic violence and discrimination in the name of the United States Government... and it is still happening as I write... just look at Trump, Kavanaugh and Thomas.... Circle of Silence is no more....