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Mandela went through 27 unfair years in prison before he came out to lead South Africa to freedom. Many of us have been through 27 unfair years or more with PTSD, living with the consequences of a trauma we didn't ask for either.
I found out that this poem helped Mandela keep it together in prison. When I read it, I re-imagined it being about PTSD instead of prison, and it gave me courage. Hope it does for others here, too. Our heads, too, are bloody, but onbowed, and in the end we're the only masters of our fates, the only captains of our souls.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
by William Ernest Henley
I found out that this poem helped Mandela keep it together in prison. When I read it, I re-imagined it being about PTSD instead of prison, and it gave me courage. Hope it does for others here, too. Our heads, too, are bloody, but onbowed, and in the end we're the only masters of our fates, the only captains of our souls.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
by William Ernest Henley
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I haven't written in my diary on my computer since May because I thought that my computer was dying. I got away from writing but my computer is hanging in there. I think that I will start writing in it again. It's so therapeutic.
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First, I hope everyone is doing well, and continuing to fight that good fight! Keep up the great work on yourselves; I'm rooting for all of you!So, I started doing therapy at the beginning of the year, when I was in my most depressed state, but with my therapist, I made big changes and steps in the right direction. But, over a month ago, she couldn't take my insurance anymore, and I had to stop...
But he sure made it look classy... If it is good enough for him, it is good enough for me.
Thanks for the tidbit, Muji.
lived there too long. moved there less than 10 years after aparthied came down, and the anc took control. my (now ex) wife still lives in capetown, and all my inlaws and friends. ughhhhhhhhh.
must...........remain................SILENT!
Muji
sad. wish everybody could hear what i heard living there, from the survivors. we'd be dancing in the streets not crying in the aisle.
I feel that way around such dates that celebrate the finding and conquering of the "New World", also Columbus, he was lost, didn't get off the boat and was riddled with STD's.
i needed that. thank you.