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Diary of A Mad Sailor
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  • This is my story. There are many like it, but this one is mine. In 1997, I created one of the first Veterans Disability Claims Community, Veteran to Veteran. I named it right after I got off the phone with the VA and said I've had it. In 1997 I was 100% for PTSD/Major Depression. I was having a tough time getting through the day; sometimes, I had to take it 15 minutes at a time. More to come.

  • My Anxiety? Like Sitting Naked on the Freeway.

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    A Mad Sailor

    It’s a metaphor. I was not actually naked in the middle of the freeway. However, it was the most descriptive way I could find to tell the doctors and therapists how I felt most of the time.

    “So you are feeling nervous all the time?” The doc asked, and I thought, “nervous?” I said, “Brother, this ain’t nervous, I’ve been nervous, and this ain’t it.”
    So we start again, “Tell me about your anxiety” I must paint him a picture so that he truly understands.
    So I said…
    Imagine it’s 2 AM. It’s dark, and it’s scary. You slowly become aware that you are sitting crossed-legged on the interstate with your back to oncoming traffic.
    You can’t move; you don’t know where you are or how you got there; one wrong
    move and you die. Now stay with that feeling for hours, sometimes multiple times a day, every fucking day.

    Whether it was my imagination or real, it seemed they got it then and wanted to help. Don’t get me wrong, they wanted to help me before I painted that picture for them, but I felt we reached a deeper level after I explained it that way.

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