September

Tag: writing

  • Memories

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    Andrew Thomas
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    I have realized I do not have lost memories or suppressed memories from Trauma. I have discussed this and I am realizing that what feels like lost memories are just memories I have never discussed. Why? I just kept things to myself. Honestly. I had a best friend and a personality that felt protective of…

  • Ugg You Need em Tires.

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    Andrew Thomas
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    I lived in an upper scale neighborhood. I never had lunch money. No big deal. There was nothing to fix. Every once in a while, I would get a new lunch pail box as a big thing but no follow through. Vic at school arranged for us to do dishes for lunch. I met him…

  • Journal

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    Andrew Thomas
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    I wanted to drop a note to some friends from Church. This is my home. I am fortunate. When I first moved in, I spent my money on purchasing items to give me something to do. The depression was really deep, and the lethargy was heavy. I got things set up now to relearn Rocksmith+…

  • Reason for Being

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Can anything hold in measure to spend your life on? Yes easily. Any number of things. Just pick one. Why not. One is any better than the other. You wont waste your life. You will have decided what you want out of life and gone for it. At the end of your life will you…

  • PTSD and Language Recall (ChatGPT)

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    Andrew Thomas
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    An Exposition on Memory, Language, and Integration This document is shared as a reflective explanation rather than a conclusion. It is intended to provide context for experiences of recalled language, memory fragments, and internal symbolic communication that have emerged during psychological and neurological recovery. During periods of trauma recovery, medical stabilization, or major life transitions,…

  • Ten Thousand Clowns

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    Andrew Thomas
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    My favorite movie. A thousand clowns because of the movie. Dream a Little Dream of Me, because of where my life was at the time. In a Thousand Clowns, Jason Robarb walks home preparing To tell his new girlfriend the bad news that he hadn’t gotten the job. He needed the job in order to…

  • Paige`

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Personal Secret. My friend came up to me and offered me a pill. She was counting them from the palm of her hand back into the bottle as I heard her say… he loves me. he loves me not. I declined the offer and told her that I was just having Pepsi. Ninety proof Pepsi,…

  • Kit Carson

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    Andrew Thomas
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    In third grade they forgot to teach me cursive – in second grade. Or perhaps I was still recovering. I am a Genius and I spoke French and in third grade the school forgot cursive. My neighbor brought the neighborhood kids to see the Battle of Midway in ’73. His wife brought just me to…

  • Through the Mirror Sideways

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Child, does your mother know you are out here? Who gave you the right to ask me that? Your mother. Come here. I don’t know. I am busy. Myself is trying to get his memories back and I keep moving them. Sometimes they are hidden in French. Other times…he’s not as smart as me. Who…

  • Year of the Rat

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Give me a wonder, a word. Give me a silent reason without silence. Give me a moment a shared second or two. Give me your hand. And I will try to tell you… because even the greatest author cannot hide the presence of the final page, of saying goodbye to a friend. And I was…

  • Clay

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    Andrew Thomas
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    There was a moment when clay first opened the summer of green fields and oceans and star light. When the trespass of time on a moments silence touched the earth with resolution, alone. That is what time is. Alone. When a child becomes angry at the sun and the clouds and the rain streams across…