A soldier with PTSD fell into a hole and couldn’t get out. When a SNCO walked by the Soldier called out for help, but the SNCO yelled back, “Suck it up son, […]
The Soldiers Hole
The Professionals
Before reading this post I ask you to take it in the way it was written….in jest. I can’t take credit for the idea as that remains with an old english bobby. […]
Go F**k Yourself
Previous Post: The Silent Friend I was reluctant to use the term “Go Fuck Yourself” as a title because I thought it might upset the more reserved members of my audience. I […]
The Silent Friend
It’s been nearly three years now since I made friends with a “black dog” and nearly 6 months since I dropped a line to you all. A few things have changed over […]
That Insecure Passenger
My Dad was only one of the things that broke my self-confidence as I was growing up. To say he was the sole reason would be like saying the police were […]
Passengers on the Bus
Previous Post: Not My Fathers Son…??? Over the years I have seen a few psychologists…now I know that makes me a complete and utter nutter but I did it because I got fed […]
Not My Fathers Son…???
Yes I am still around, I sometimes wondered whether I would ever post again on this site but the stress’s of life reminded me that I was never too far away from […]
One in Ten…..not quite !
Previous Post: Look through the Windscreen Take a look at the statistics…..one in five people in New Zealand have or will have some form of mental illness in their life time. If […]
Look through the Windscreen
Previous Post: “Band-Aid Policing” Its been a while since I have taken to the electronic piece of paper. My last blog left me a bit perplexed as I took stock of some […]
“Band-Aid Policing”
Previous Post: 20 minutes to perfection A few weeks of killing myself with boredom soon had me pulling my hair out as impatience got the better of me. I started to […]
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