Before I get started on this part of my story I want to clearly state what my intent is, and is not. What it is, is what worked for me, nothing more, nothing less. What is not is, my suggestion that it will work for anyone else. I want to make clear as the webmaster of traumasupport.org that I will in no way use that venue as a pulpit. I have no choice but to use this part of my story as a pulpit, because it...

My second accident didn’t really effect me much emotionally. It’s not as if it didn’t happen, it most certainly did, but I walked away, walking away from any accident after the horrors of my first wasn’t so bad. The negative emotional effects were negligible, once the short bout with post traumatic stress subsided, it was back to life as I had come to know it. It was still pretty much...

A funny little term we most all use when appropriate. But we don’t just kill animals, we kill people too. I don’t personally have a problem with people using the funny name for an opossum or rabbit or squirrel who’s guts are stroon over the road, that red stain that accompanies the path on which their body was torn apart, but it always reminds me of the fact that we also fall victim to moving...

I’ve spoken before about the fact that for whatever reason, I knew there was going to be a second accident. Again, I’m no fan of the paranormal, I wouldn’t visit a psychic for any reason save perhaps a gun to my head and I live in south beach, so there’s plenty to choose from It was not something that permeated a lot of my thoughts, nor was I fixated on it, it was just your run-of-the-mill...

Even before we laid my mom to rest, depression had become the biggest part of my daily life. It wasn’t fully debilitating, I was able to get up on time and get to work every day, I was able to function at my job just fine, but the cloud of depression was ever over my head following me around everywhere I went.

At the same time that I was falling deeper into depression, the time came in June 1983 to make that trip to long pond, vt to carry out Lucille’s final wish – for her ashes to be spread on long pond. The trip started as a family, my younger brother Matt, my dad and myself departed from maryland and headed for the "old neighborhood" of west acton mass. We arrived at the house of long time...

Having been on non weight bearing crutches for about 4 months, my orthopedic surgeon was finally satisfied with the healing process to the point I was ready to be fully mobile. As that time came, it was very exciting for me. In the weeks and months to come, it would end up being the beginning of the downward spiral into depression. I had avoided it up to that point, but oddly enough, being at the point where...

The days following Lucille’s death were ok I guess. Emotionally, I was unaffected by her death and was able to carry on life as I knew it, or life as it had become. Lucille’s memorial service was 3 or 4 days after her death, the church was packed like I had never seen it packed. Everyone in the family – my dad, both my brothers, and other family members were sobbing pretty much through the...

Sounds cold, I know, But that’s how the day was for me, very cold and numb. January 5th, 1983 about 6:00am. I actually heard her get up, heard her walk to the bathroom and heard her fall. My little brother Matt was staying over that weekend – he was living on campus at U of MD. He got up immediately and ran downstairs. He started hollering up to my dad who ran down immediately. Me, I just laid there....

Before I get started with today’s post, I just wanted to acknowledge Dave Letterman’s very tough talk last night on his show with respect to the death of one of the letterman/rahal drivers- Paul Dana – at the Homestead track sunday. I’ve been a huge letterman fan for 20 years now; clearly, this was as uneasy as I’ve ever seen him, it must have been the most difficult segment he’s...