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53 summers, 2 to do. before release. (1) Thurs 14th March.

If I told you I was 53yrs old would you stop reading , would you think I was too old to be relevant ?
would you say I'm too young maybe to know what life has got to thrown at me yet. I've not faced old age, aching bones and the like.

Well I've passed my 53rd summer and as I write i'm approaching the 54th as spring starts to take a hold.
I have four sons from two marriages. my first marriage was 7yrs and 3 sons. my second marriage has lasted considerably longer, now in its 25th year and that son , the youngest is 23yrs old.

 I'm writing this to help me record everything that is happening to me,  as it seems to be getting away from me. You see i'm currently off work with PTSD. something that until literally 2-3 mths ago I thought only soldiers suffered from. I'm not a solider though.  I have one son who is and another who has been but I'm not and never have been. I applied, I failed.
However I'm a Police Sergeant of 28yrs service with 2 to do  before retirement.

Its been an eventful career and I hope to talk about that later.

For now though , this will be a record of what is happening now , so that I can record how I and others are going to or have dealt with my PTSD.

My PTSD, what a strange phrase. Its not something I own with pride. Its not something I want and its not something I want to keep now I've got it.
I'd gladly give it away but not to my worst enemy. Not that I have any , hopefully, despite my role. 

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