CREEPING COWARDICE

I think this really summed up my day after Mr. Jackson and Pat Betsy Jenkins decided to be the reflection of human cruelty that is so rampant in the world today, at me, on my FB page. 

This kind of bullying and harassment has gone on for several years now. While these individuals would like to destroy my ability to persevere, I would like to educate them and the obvious ignorance they reflect. I can't change the evil in one's heart but I will not succumb to it!

One of Pat the Pitbull's comments, "I image Kym will go rock in a corner now and blame it on the PTSD."

Wow, really?

Having C-PTSD and sharing the day to day struggles publicly is not about whining or wanting someone to feel sorry for me . . . or playing the victim as I was accused of today. It is about raising awareness of the number of people with C-PTSD/PTSD that commit suicide each day, our veterans and other abuse/rape survivors. We have bad days and damn it, if I have the courage to share my struggles and not off myself . . . maybe someone else will hold on too!

Being the target of bullying by adults is still abuse and in my opinion a weaker character's way of attempting to dominate, kind of like a dog that pisses all over everything. So here is my response to these pretty cruel individuals, but especially the female dog.

*FIRST - What my brother Scott and I survived as children is well documented and was more horrific than Keith Jackson could think up for his haunted house. We are lucky to be alive and living with C-PTSD.

* SECOND - As far as a job you ask??? I now struggle to perform daily tasks but both my brother and I, we have beaten statistics during our lives, both CEO's for nearly 20yrs. CEO's of companies we built, NEVER taking credit for some else's hard work or tripped anyone on our way up.

*THIRD AND MOST IMPORTANT - When you feel you can laugh and make light of what is has been like to live with any form of PTSD, you reflect your pure and utter ignorance by dismissing the struggle faced by every veteran, rape victim, and other child sexual abuse survivor. NOT TO MENTION our brother Christopher who was only five and murdered by the same man who confined us for nearly five years. Have you any idea?

*FOURTH - the next time you feel you have something to say about me sharing one of my rough days with the public but especially with those who also have C-PTSD/PTSD . . . remember this, I may be tired but I have the courage to "rock myself back upright" each time I fall or am pushed!

So, Pat the Pitbull, when trying to attack me, at least have the balls to stand up and use your own name to try bully me. I can at least respect a person who is not a CREEPING COWARDESS!

For those offended, de-friend/block me please!

Kym L. Pasqualini

While my opinions and writing do not reflect the group Women With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Information, I do encourage people to please, please educate yourself about C-PTSD/PTSD and Bullying. I may have made it through this attack by these two individuals today but there are others who won't if bullying is not stopped. 

https://www.facebook.com/womenwithposttraumaticstressdisorderinformation

An old man's lessons - never enough tomorrows

An old man reflects in his mind's eye, wondering how so much time could have passed him by.

His life had been a maze on the road of self-discovery, but tempting fate seemed his only mastery.

A smile emerges on his aging face while remembering a woman, feeling like it was yesterday. He always thought there would be tomorrow, never realizing those wasted days would bring such sorrow.

A lesson of love the old man would be learning, and his failure to express it would eventually leave him yearning.

His eyes closed; he pictured her beautiful face and felt a warm embrace. His heart becomes suddenly filled with the ache of regret while reflecting back on the feelings he hid and could not beget.

Her love had never been reciprocated, and he knew she had felt the sting of sadness only unrequited love can bring.

Tears appeared in his wrinkled eyes - his feelings he no longer wished to hide. Hoping for another chance, to make her smile and hold her - he vowed to say everything he had never told her.

For years the woman had loved the old man incessantly, never knowing how much she meant to a man whose feeling never shown. Before he could tell her what he felt all along . . . sadly, to the passage of time and loneliness, she had already succumbed.

~Kym L. Pasqualini

Courage in Battle

My childhood memories may not be the same as yours and some may even find them disturbing. Because my childhood recollections are of human depravity it won't stop it from existing just because you would prefer I don't remind you it exists.

My memories are mine and I am the one that lives with them. I'm okay with all of that but I won't hide my past for anyone either. Sharing my struggles and my victories are a part of my authenticity as a human being. 

My past is a part of who I am and I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me because I live with Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) and must enter a battlezone within myself everyday. I share my experiences, my achievements, and my battles - to remind people that we should never back down from evil, as a reminder to myself of the extraordinary strength it took to survive, and constant reminder that "strength" came from within me and was needed to beat the odds . . . those of us who choose to "speak out" - our stories serve as testimony others can SURVIVE too! ~ Kym L. Pasqualini

Time Waits For No One . . .

We forget how fast time can fly, until we are forced to say our last goodbye. We are so selfish with our time. 

In this life, we are given time, not to fill our bank account and add to our possessions but to make a difference, to care, to love, to pick someone up. 

We cant take back the time we didn't offer someone, because as Mick says, "Time waits for no one." ~ Kym L. Pasqualini

The Domestic Battlefield

Idaho- Army combat vet Erik Jorgensen, was reported 
missing July 19, 2013, and later found deceased, 
a victim of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

The "Unknown Soldier" represents the sacrifice made on behalf of our soldiers, young and old but many return home without the understanding, honor, and care due to them.

We lose 22 active military and veterans per day to suicide, that is nearly one hero per hour. Let us not forget those who gave their lives serving our country but also remember those "unknown soldiers" who are still here, living a daily life and death struggle with Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

TBI, PTSD , and C-PTSD are little understood by the general public. These conditions infiltrate daily lives and proceed to devastate ability to work, raise families, have positive relationships, physical health, not mention brain trauma removes the ability to simply enjoy life. Those with various brain traumas are left with fear, loneliness, desperation, and hopelessness. Without aggressive awareness campaigns to educate, we will continue to sacrifice the lives of our soldiers.

Our living troops need to know there is hope and should never feel abandoned on this domestic battlefield. To win this battle we need people to care. ~ Kym L. Pasqualini (Living with C-PTSD)

Unknown Soldier by Ryan Daniel, is a reminder how much our soldiers give. Maybe it is time we give back.

Our Lifeblood

This is compassion, empathy, acceptance, support, forgiveness, commitment, and true friendship - this is "love" for another who has been broken. 

For those of us who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) whether by war or other trauma . . . this is our lifeblood of survival. ~ Kym L. Pasqualini

https://www.facebook.com/BattlingBare

Think with your head not your heart?

Think with your head and not your heart may be good advice in the cut-throat business world but the chaos in the world reflects the abandonment of virtues associated with the heart. 

We humans tend to over-complicate the most natural and simple things in life. We contemplate what our purpose is, wonder why we are here on earth, wonder why the world is in chaos, spend years in educational institutions to "learn" but they fail to teach the most important lesson of life . . . heart intelligence.

During mummification, the Egyptians threw away the brain, as it computes facts and figures but considered useless without human experience. Modern-day scientists have studied heart transplant recipients to learn why recipients undergo personality changes and have proven the heart, in fact, has its own intelligence.

Our heart intelligence is independent of the brain, yet helps us makes sense of everything the brain collects throughout our lives. Everything our brain knows is useless if not guided by the heart.

Our hearts contain inherent knowledge that guide us. The place of wisdom, compassion, empathy, intuition, forgiveness, and the ability to make good choices that allows us to live our purpose.

If we spent even a fraction of the time we spend in school learning about facts and figures, and instead focused on how to expand our wisdom of the heart, we would be living the answers to life's questions. ~ Kym L. Pasqualini

Dear Friend

Human Metamorphosis

We humans have a tendency to try to balance on the fence of life, much of the time with one foot in the past, and one that will dictate our direction - one of stability, or one of recklessness. 

Our memories should be honored and cherished so that we may recognize and value the future that we alone are responsible for constructing, that too . . . will become a memory. 

It is up to us, to learn through our repeated metamorphosis, so we can build a future that will not be a source of torture for us. 

The past . . . a bottomless treasure chest, we fill with all those things that teach us how to be the most conscience, loving, and thoughtful human we can be, enabling us to see ahead with clarity." ~ Kym L. Pasqualini

Too many rocks

A "heart of stone" can be defined as calcification of the heart and I wonder why do people let their hearts turn to stone? This world doesn't need any more rocks . . .

We can let our hearts heal and feel again. Our past experiences do not need to dictate our futures. This I know.

I wish everyone with a broken heart - peace, love, and the feeling of freedom like fluttering butterfly wings. ~ Kym L. Pasqualini