Without a doubt, one of the more crippling disabilities someone can have is PTSD. When you suffer from it, you don't plan for tomorrow. Long-term goals are an illusion. 401(k) plan? Hah! You're surprised you even wake up the next day. With the specter of death always hanging over you, you hurry to accomplish anything you've set your sights on. And so it is with me. In my quest to get my poems, short stories, novels, novellas, and music done, I hurry, often leaving errors and incompleteness behind. I'm aware of this dilemma, and in the past, what kept me glued to my task was drinking. With a bottle in my left hand and remote in my right, I was able to plant myself in front of a TV and watch movie after movie. I no longer drink, so my TV watching days are over. How I'm able to complete anything these days is a mystery, but yeah, it's tough as hell. What helps is I'm desperately trying to change my living situation, and if I can somehow acquire the funds to relocate to a secluded cabin in the woods, preferably in Lasqueti Island, I'd be a happy man. Maybe.
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Robinicus/Robin RayIs a musician, poet, and author from the Pacific Northwest of the US. Archives
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