Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A machine screaming

It's outside but stopped for now. A blower or mower? It was a horrid noise but I did not bolt. I handled it. TV helped.

I'm not under operational stress so I am not as close to the PTSD tipping point on foul sounds; of my under brain yelling at me to run. It will be interesting to see how I go with such sounds when operational stress comes again.

That's life with a psychological injury; you're in a forever experiment on resilience which, by law, could never be ethically inflicted.

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