Two Weeks Home in Brooklyn

My roommate moved out. It was a surprise. She was supposed to give me a move out date so that I could provide a move deposit with the management office. I came home to a quiet space Friday night. It was dirty. It’s still dirty, even though she “cleaned”. And…

Why PTSD Sufferers Tend Not to Become CEOs

I had trouble falling asleep last night. Aside from the excitement of possibly getting a new-old motorcycle, the lights outside in the courtyard of the building where I live were on until after 3am. Even though I have blinds and curtains to block the light, the courtyard lamps pointed up,…

Handlebars and Parking Your Bike

Why do Bay Area riders insist on parking their motorcycles with the handlebars turned to the right? While browsing Craigslist ads for a new ride for me, I’ve seen image after image with bikes’ handlebars turned unwisely to the right. This is absurd and stupid. I said it. It’s stupid….

Never-fail Relief

My last blog post was about dissociation, and a bad day of it. It’s important for anyone, but especially a person with PTSD, to have something he or she can do to provide mental relief. For me, it’s riding motors on two wheels. At the end of a work day…

Dissociated Day

Today is another day of dissociation. I was able to work. But simple day-to-day tasks are hard. As is writing. In a recent dissociated state, just a few minutes ago, I wrote in my head and it seemed eloquent. But now I type and my mind can’t seem to access…