Dissociation

The hallmark symptom of the oblivious nature of PTSD, in my opinion, is dissociation. I don’t know when my dissociative episodes started. I don’t know how long they used to last. I only became aware of them after being diagnosed with PTSD. In my Brooklyn apartment, on Valentine’s Day (just…

Fighting the Abyss

I’m back home in Brooklyn. It feels like home. But when I look at my stacks of collections that need sorting I could sense my mind drifting toward a hole. I’ve learned from overcoming Attention Deficit Disorder how to make lists. Before allowing my mind to sink into the abyss…

Visiting Oblivion

I have a plane ticket for New York, a flight leaving tomorrow, and I am terrified. I am going back to my home, my apartment where I lived the day the planes crashed into the World Trade Center. The last time I was there was July, more than six months…

Seeking Enjoyment

Motorcycle riding was one activity that kept me from going off the deep end of depression. But I sold my last two bikes before moving into a tiny 240 square foot efficiency apartment. They were Gwen and Pinto Bean, a 2009 Triumph Street Triple (675cc) and a 50cc Honda Metropolitan…