Understanding PTSD: is it just someone moaning or feeling sad?

I am not one to whine, or deliberately see the bad or sad side of life. In fact I think sometimes people who follow me forget there is even another side. Such is the nature of social media.

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Poem: Living life on a knife edge

It’s as precarious as it gets.

As long as you look dead ahead

Keep your focus

Don’t get tense

Still the mind

Know what’s next

Take deep breaths

It’s easy, right.. yeah right.


Like juggling 15 balls at once,

But juggling isn’t your forte

Eye off for a sec

Fumble one

Catch, then drop

Almost had it

Drop them all

Just pick them up… yeah right. (Not)


One small thing throws you

An out of proportion crash

The world falls in

You lose control

Cry and scream

Can’t pull it in

Just sob and sob

Get your act together… yeah right.


PTSD is the 15 balls

Taking up all of your mind.

An extra curve ball comes

And bowls you over

PTSD spills out

As the balls crash

So does everything

You lose control

That one extra thing… no…. Not alright


Poem by Melanie Magowan

A summary of my second year as an amputee

My second year as an amputee has been tougher than my first. The honeymoon period has worn off, I’m hitting walls and barriers and a ton of ‘I will never be able to do that again’ realisations as I start to adjust my expectations from restoring a life I lost, to building a shiny new one that’s a slightly different shape.

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#240 Two year ampuversary: it’s a tough one this year.

I wasn’t prepared for how tough I would find this second anniversary, and today is only the day before, I haven’t even got to the actual day yet (tomorrow).

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