Another Week Spent in the Nut House...Met some Interesting Friends!

Training in the woods, my close family and friends Laura, John and Mr. Murph my saviors went to rescue me from certain death. I was crying to high and they were their to secure my safe passage away from a danger zone..a struggle within myself, out of my control.

We who suffer from PTSD have been through hell, experienced the worst this life has to offer in our own way and coming out of it, resurrecting ain't an easy task.

My fourth time getting sent to a psych ward this year from the trauma of heart break. Man, don't we all just want to be in love again?! As I sit here listening to Zach Bryan. I was stolen from the earth, picked up by a stranger I thought I knew. Been through God's rapture to teach me a few things on what it means to be human.

When you look into the eyes of an odd ball, a weirdo, at first glance you may want to judge, but look again. You will see God's most beautiful creation coming out in it's most spontaneous forms. No different than the jungle, the trees, the wild flowers, and nameless creatures.

First we communicate in our own way. We may say few words but nod our heads in a fashion similar to wind blowing on trees. We may speak to ourselves, but actually we might possibly be speaking to something beyond ourselves. We enjoy our own company, our own weird minds because well God Damnit, we don't give a fuck what you think about us!!!!

But when seeking to understand us, you will see the most gentle, powerful force that will move mountains, go against gravity, climbing through the cracks in the desert, flowers that bloom in adversity.

Yours,

Law (Picked that nickname up 2 psych wards ago, a friend teaching me how to play dominoes)