I was a crazy kid, always in trouble, aimless and, at times, very confused. Eventually, I ended up spending time in a boys ranch. Following that, I did the logical thing a kid would do in my situation, I joined the military. The two influences in my life, during my younger years were my dad and the United States Navy. The influence of the Navy was immediately apparent; that of my dad took some years and maturity to see in its fullness. I am 41, now and looking back, I really am amazed that I even survived some of the stupid things I've done.

I've been dealing with PTSD for 17 yeras. Its been a long, hard road, but I can honestly say I don't regret a minute of it. That's not an attitude I developed overnight. I spent several years regretting and living in fear. I have learned a few things and would be glad to share what I have. If you nfeel I can be of any help, please don't hesitste to send me a message.