As the proverb stated above is true, a couple of months ago I worked with the new consular, that set my PTSD in to great exasperation's. My military PTSD consumed my body and mind to the point of nonfunctioning, as of this week I met with my old consular, and hope to be back on track. The cartoon above is so correct. It is with the help of the good Lord and good friendship that many with PTSD are able to continue to live. It's because of the editor, we are able to gain strength and some reasonable ability to our lives.

I have missed you and I have been praying for you, Sarge. When someone in the Ranks falls silent, in Christ's Army that is, I grow concerned.

I think the lesson I learned was to not depend on anyone but Christ alone to bring me full circle to my total healing. I am grateful for those few that stopped along the way to hear me out. It was never a matter of what they said or didn't say, but the ability to hear me is what impressed me and propelled me toward my recovery.

I am listening whenever you are willing to communicate.