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RE: PTSD, 12 tallboys, and 2 packs a day. This is the reality.
I was diagnosed with PTSD back in the early 90s. I used to let my house go, I didn't drink or do drugs, I just didn't have the energy to do much. I found my way out, when you get sick and tired of being sick and tired, you'll find you way!
Well put. Your last sentence pretty much sums up the poem at the end of the post. Thanks for your reply and story to add my inspiration/motivation.