The term “Road Trip” takes on new meaning when your living in extreme conditions. Many days are in the single digits coupled with heavy winds so if it doesn’t snow there are always flurries blowing in your face.
I spend a lot of time alone as I walk, alone in my own thoughts. Even if I have a partner my mind travels the PTSD Highway back to its inception. On the outside I’m outgoing and I always have a conversation but my mind plays it’s game of in and out of trauma laced thoughts. It’s the trademark of PTSD.
Yesterday I hiked better than 12 miles in frigid cold thinking every step of the way. My journey has taken me to this place and time yet in an instance I’m back to its inception. Thoughts of “what if’s and had I” reveal the raw nature of regrets. Accepting my condition was a major step and the hardest, that first step always is.
The first step of anything, whether it be attending an unfamiliar situation or the first day of school, is the hardest. Imagine accepting you have a psychological disorder and revealing to others.
…..”my name is Frank Romeo and I have a psychology problem, I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder”…..