Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts

23 May 2014

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Helpful Links

PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions.
~ Susan Pease Banitt


May is National Mental Health Awareness Month.  Join me in blogging to erase the stigma of mental illness so our loved ones can seek the help they need.



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emorial Day is not about picnics and three day weekends.

It’s about remembering the men and women who fight to keep our freedoms safe.

Whatever you feel or think about current military conflicts, I hope we never see another time in history where we spit or shun anyone who has fought in a war we didn’t agree with.

What we did to our boys when they came back from ‘Nam was shameful.  They were already suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and the horrors of seeing their buddies die beside them.  They needed more support, not less.

Understanding PTSD
So in honor of their sacrifice, I’ve compiled a list of sites that help define PTSD and offers support for both those who suffer from it and those who love them.


And remember, not everyone who suffers from PTSD has suffered a trauma in war, but they have suffered a trauma nonetheless.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Do you or someone you love suffer from PTSD?  What has helped?

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27 May 2013

Memorial Day 2013: For Our Men and Women in Uniform


Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.
It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
~ Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven



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emembering all our men and women in uniform and their families today.  If you see one of them today, take a minute and thank them for their service.   They sacrifice a lot so we don’t have to.
Uncle R and Cousin JW ~ love ya’ll!

Oremus pro invicem,~ Mikaela

 

 

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae 
 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place, and in the sky,

The larks, still bravely singing, fly,

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

We are the dead; short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe!

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high!

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.