Viva la Rebellion
My brain is shot
My bones are frigid
I’m stacking air miles flying over me
My britches are trembling
My ass is in a hot spot
I got nothing and no one to save me from my head game
My load is light
My heart is heavy
My hands untied
The party’s over
My path is lit
My bars are in the furnace
Tit or tat
I’ll burn you to the ground
I feel like the mental/behavioral health field sets people up for disaster from the point of intake. The majority of peop11d set do last le coming in struggle with PTSD. Then they must go from one place to another seeking services where they are forced to endure the same ridiculously trauma-uninformed intake. Imagine you been […]
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