Alone in the Wilderness PTSD Recovery / Suicide Prevention



We must simply “Make the Time”, to get to know ourselves, so we can be our selves and Love ourselves again through the power of positive thinking.
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It was good to be back in the wilderness again, where everything seems at peace. I was alone, just me and the animals. It was a great feeling, free once more to plan and do as I pleased. Beyond was all around me.
My dream was a dream no longer.
I suppose I was here because this was something I had to do.
Not just dream about it, but do it.
I suppose, too, I was here to test myself.
Not that I had never done it before, but this time, it was to be a more thorough and lasting examination.
What was I capable of that I didn’t know yet?
Could I truly enjoy my own company for an entire year?
And was I equal to everything this wild land could throw at me?
In a previous life many moons ago I had found myself shackled in iron chains and caged like a savage animal for 23 1/2 hrs a day in a Super Max Federal Prison.
Stripped of my freedom, humiliated beyond human comprehension – psychologically tortured from the deepest darkest depths of the devils belly – what little I had left in my soul , my mind in a constant loop of utter insanity, it took an unfathomable amount of inner strength just to look out out of my window through the razor sharp barbed wire at the outside world.
It’s not even possible to even try and say in words how it feels to see a tree you can not touch , how it feels to cry no tears, how it feels to have no voice with ruthless care takers or so they call them “Corrections Officers”, punish from within – an unbound hatred towards thy self, what is love, why this life and how do I escape this cage ( #mymind )
You have to suffer and die from within to dream and connect to a higher level of consciousness while still trying to breath 6 feet deep buried alive in a wrought iron casket to which nobody even knows exists accept you and your thoughts with shattered dreams while you try to relax at the same time claw your way out of the utter kaos.
Their voices, whispers laughter at your pathetic self as you ask “Am I actually alive and dreaming, or dead and remembering”?
The one single thing that kept me from loosing what I had left of my mind was when I looked out that cell window and visioned myself out in the #wilderness – free once more to do as I pleased.
Beyond was all around me. My dream was a dream no longer.
This video is Day 3 at Camp My Way where finally the dream continues to be as real as I once #thought and now we are able share these experiences with our first responders who struggle with Post Traumatic Stress as they too head out for a 24 hr solo to sit, build, dream #survive without the mental torture of todays society and how humans are responding to our “not so ” natural environment.
We must simply “Make the Time”, to get to know ourselves, so we can be our selves and Love ourselves again through the power of positive thinking.
Thank you for your time and support.

Your Friend, Our Voice
Terrance Kosikar
Founder Camp My Way

Source: Youtube