Actually, I am living this situation at work. Yes, I am the weak link. And yes, I was the first and only one to break the silence. So, what? Do you know the story of someone who is sitting on the edge of the river waiting for his dead enemy’s body passing by? Seriously, it took me 1 month and a half to take an appointment with a psychologist after my burn out. Sometimes it’s life or death. *** “ah, post traumatic stress disorders, what a wimp, the weak link and then, you are not promoted anymore, you are not … Continue reading Next Mission: PTSD at home. Veterans breaking the Silence.
Just got back from work, and took the time to read your story, James. Thank you for not putting details and keep that distance, that is necessary, when you want to recover from PTSD. Sure, I will follow your ultra from a distance, and I wonder if the other guy from Canada, proud owner of Vatic Foundation, will join you on his bycicle along with Ginger, his dog. By the way, your story reminds me of french policemen, during the last “attacks season“. Just mention a quick but deep gratitude, and grand compassion, for those guys, and ladies, who are … Continue reading PTSD brothers in arms: James Maskey, fit trainer, and police man.
Do you believe in signs? Do you catch any thoughtful insights from quite irrelevant happenings in your daily life? Psychologist Jung called it “sinchronicity”. When it happens, I feel like that there is someone behind the scene. Recently, my attention has been, and still is, captured by this amazing movie, The Greatest Showman. I am not hiding, I am a new big fan of Hugh Jackman, despite I didn’t take time to watch on his Logan, just because I find it a little violent for my own criteria. I am also in love with his couple, Jack and Deborah Lee, I … Continue reading Balance, and black power.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it … Continue reading Still I Rise.
What stand emotions for ? Why can they be negative, and not only positive, and how can we better manage the negative ones ? Especially, after burn out, or trauma ? Do we feel the same at same level? Of course, we don’t. Since we are unique beings. Unique hearts and minds. As unaware empath and higher sensitive person, I struggled to gain emotional balance all my life. In forty three years, I have been thinking : « This is my fault. I am not strong enough. I won’t ever fit in the box » To be honest, fitting that box, the more I try, the … Continue reading Emotional Pride vs Memory pill.