: About Me

I attacked the cat last night. Since I sleep with my eyes open it happens a lot. My mind creates all kinds of threats and I wake up the whole house yelling, jumping or running down the cat. This is a symptom of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder thanks to Uncle Sam. It might not have been that bad, but violently abusive parents, child molestation and a near fatal automobile accident has made me a little skittish. Threats are everywhere. At least that's how it seems to a victim of PTSD. My wife still gasps in fear when a car hits the brakes in front of us. She was thrown from a jeep during a ro...