New GeekDad Article for Dealing with PTSD Using Skyrim
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Let’s Be Bricks, Together
They say that there is no love like a mother’s love. That a person doesn’t know how much love and devotion they can possibly feel until they have children of their own. For some, I suppose that’s true. For me, it doesn’t work that way. It’s just that I once loved someone so much that they took some of my love away forever: My mother.
I’m Tired of Gun Control Law Conversations—So Here’s Some Shit I Wrote
Okay, guys. Chill the fuck down. The thing is, all over the world, it has been proven that this does not have to be a binary argument. Here’s an angry rant I left on a Facebook Comment, but I think needs a LOT more attention. Hate me as you will. News flash: the government
PTSD and Feeling Helpless
My childhood trauma sometimes triggers a cycle of events that leave me in a no-man’s-land of helplessness.
Under Construction
In case you can’t see, Terminally Intelligent is having its website rebuilt. I’ll be back soon, but please don’t hate on the page if it’s not the kind of pretty you’re hoping for. Chances are, it’ll change as the design is implemented. For now, enjoy a cute picture!
Why Are Manic Episodes So Chaotic?
If you’ve lived anywhere other than under a rock, you’ve likely heard horror stories of folks with Bipolar Disorder. Thankfully, they aren’t all true for everyone, and many are exaggerated.
Raynaud’s Syndrome
So, unexpectedly, I had a calm Christmas. Yes, I had nightmares. Yes, I’ve been depressed. But those symptoms are predictable, and I can mentally prepare myself ahead of time. I can keep my care team (read: wife and medical professionals) in the loop, and keep everything in context. Nothing major or disruptive, just depression and
Christmas Nightmares — PTSD and Seasonal Affective Disorder
I’ve been quiet a lot this month, and I’m sorry to anyone who has missed me, or worried. I just have a hard time being 100% myself in the winter, and my energy all goes to my kids and Jenny, because they are most important. Happy Christmas to you all, by the way. I know
The Oppressive Fog of Depression
I’ve always had a hard time putting the symptoms of my depression into words in a way that I can share, and quantify in some way, how my depression affects my day-to-day. During my latest wave of depression, I noticed my work was going much slower, and that I was spending more time working than normal. So
Carbon Monoxide Couldn’t Kill Me
I moved to Arkansas when I was 12. My mother had fallen in with the most abusive man I’ve known (which is quite the damned feat, I tell you what). We didn’t say goodbye to our friends. We didn’t have a going-away party. Our family just woke one day to find that we were suddenly