tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post4136034504304108501..comments2023-06-13T08:03:48.295-07:00Comments on Telling War Stories: Constant BattleSethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00622866641987153105noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-13925238070882517512010-12-17T03:56:15.703-08:002010-12-17T03:56:15.703-08:00Thanks for the support guys!
Brian, you still go...Thanks for the support guys! <br /><br />Brian, you still got my number bro?Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-17185898640562449552010-12-16T19:47:44.137-08:002010-12-16T19:47:44.137-08:00oh, and please keep writing. It helps. All of us.oh, and please keep writing. It helps. All of us.Krissyfacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06401481344281782173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-91059504775559824262010-12-16T19:46:01.281-08:002010-12-16T19:46:01.281-08:00this is a really great idea for a blog. Look forwa...this is a really great idea for a blog. Look forward to reading more.Krissyfacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06401481344281782173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-66475817272246126672010-12-16T18:06:39.020-08:002010-12-16T18:06:39.020-08:00Hi Steve,
What a great post about how you're t...Hi Steve,<br />What a great post about how you're turning your life aorund and it's so cool you're helping others.<br /><br />I was sexually abuse as a child by my grandfather and although I didnt do drugs, I certainly stopped eating for a while and was quite mental. I never thought I'd be happy, but here i am - happy. I'm married, have four kids and have almost finished a book for people who have been abused to help them to heal. <br /><br />I totally agree with you on the spiritual side of it - we are made of mind, body and spirit and I think to heal we have to address all three. I'm a Christian, I believe in God and he was a huge factor for my healing. I've incuded some of that in my book because I think people need support from something bigger. I tried to not make the God factor to heavy, just wrote about how it helped me. <br /><br />Anyhow cheers to you guys - Seth, Steve and Brian. The three omigo's who are changing the course of their life. Well done and keep going it's worth every effort you make to be whole and to be happy. ;)Sally Napthalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12810686250292201581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-48403863929480075822010-12-15T13:57:08.774-08:002010-12-15T13:57:08.774-08:00Oh, now you're speaking of the creature. fell...Oh, now you're speaking of the creature. fell out of a car on the freeway. lives in abilene now. get ahold of the phone on holidays. likes it in theBrianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-39513381811547859712010-12-15T13:49:40.919-08:002010-12-15T13:49:40.919-08:00We talked about that. That was crazy. Did she go t...We talked about that. That was crazy. Did she go to jail for doing that to him?Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-80891773260871440672010-12-15T13:30:13.382-08:002010-12-15T13:30:13.382-08:00My father left after the incident with my mother. ...My father left after the incident with my mother. he was just a tool. he kept food on the table and clothes on our backs. he operated the way any decent tool would. now my mother, she was a different story.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-90626261399282835232010-12-15T13:09:31.536-08:002010-12-15T13:09:31.536-08:00Let's discuss this thing with how you view you...Let's discuss this thing with how you view your father. Because if it's a microcosm than it's that past history we need to repair. I didn't know that Freud "used." That is crazy.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-44414162197550109032010-12-15T12:49:27.525-08:002010-12-15T12:49:27.525-08:00i don't know. if you say so. my father was a...i don't know. if you say so. my father was always afraid of me after my brother died. i don't feel like our relationship was a microcosm of my relationship with the world. sometimes it seems like people become therapists because it allows them to avoid themselves. even freud would talk about the importance of fixing a broken childhood, then get loaded on cocaine. as far as you being a sick fuck goes - to honor freud again - "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar"Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-55244651064891948072010-12-15T12:30:26.852-08:002010-12-15T12:30:26.852-08:00It's all about urges. We make so many impulsiv...It's all about urges. We make so many impulsive choices while we're fighting this disease. That's what it is, the side with the compulsive urges has control of you and you act out negatively. I have a great academic journal I'm reading by a psychotherapist by the name of Robert Gately. It's called "Flames of Our Fathers: A Trilogy." It underlines our adherence to the thought structure of feral doubt which fuels our discourse with each other.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-67922636854941459232010-12-15T12:16:27.122-08:002010-12-15T12:16:27.122-08:00i used to claim that i did the things i did becaus...i used to claim that i did the things i did because of my ego too, but it turns out i just like to torture things and cause destruction. i sure do miss that blog. there were so many great posts. like that one time you were selling guns to that guy and his dog kept barking at you. then the guy was like "how do i know these guns work" and you shot his dog. <br /><br />i've always looked up to you. it's like you've lived the life i've always been afraid to. i have the urges, and i act on some of them, but i've never gone all out the way you have. you're a true inspirationBrianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-23595938178877315182010-12-15T12:02:21.182-08:002010-12-15T12:02:21.182-08:00It's this ego thing and not having it fulfille...It's this ego thing and not having it fulfilled or fed. That grows out of the pain, do you see where that comes from? There's a saying in recovery. "Your ego is not your amigo."<br /><br />My amigo is really inner-understanding about the things that make me suffer which creates this unfed monster. We've all gone so far.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-29205197997663513142010-12-15T11:52:53.347-08:002010-12-15T11:52:53.347-08:00yeah. then there was that other time with the cat...yeah. then there was that other time with the cat in the garage. goddamn i miss that blog. i can't even remember why you were so pissed, but you wanted to kill the cat, so you tried to strangle it with a piece of wire. and this is the part i really remember, the cat scratched you and you flipped out. the way you wrote about it was so eloquent. you were talking about how you could feel the blood fucking through you neck and your temples. and then you grabbed a pin hammer and expressed yourself to the cat. oh god i miss that blog. <br /><br />and then you said you put the cat's body in a trash bag, but it was stiff and the legs were kind of sticking up and your girlfriend was confronted by the neighbor lady. she said the neighbor was like "what did steve do this time" and she was so pissed. fucking hilarious. i love you man.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-42470298260342470612010-12-15T11:29:27.792-08:002010-12-15T11:29:27.792-08:00Brian, I think the dog represented my dad. The way...Brian, I think the dog represented my dad. The way he'd constantly yell at me and say things. This dog was constantly barking, I was wasted on vodka at the time. I used up my pills and didn't get anymore until the next day. I was shaking. I sometimes would act out either violently or by using. I didn't actually knock the dog over the fence. I hit him, he rolled and rested against the fence post and I lifted him over into the hedge on the other side of the fence. I thought he was moving and he needed to shake it off. It's okay to talk about that. It's me. I can't run away from that shit.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08691569271857009643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061656790546334795.post-28977242334371964252010-12-15T11:11:43.143-08:002010-12-15T11:11:43.143-08:00your old blog was the best. i remember that one t...your old blog was the best. i remember that one time you were bitching about the dog next door for like a week, you said it would come over and jump on your door and bark at 2 am. Then finally you waited around the corner for it with a baseball bat and when it came running over you knocked it all the way over the fence. i fucking loved that blog. you said the neighbor was all like "hey i think my dog got hit by a car."<br /><br />that was so funny.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09009995622487294837noreply@blogger.com