Hello. I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder a decade or so ago. Whatever, right? You have heard it all before . I was held in a Mexican prison, in Nogales Mexico. I was caged, starved, beaten, and had human waste thrown on me. I know what it is to be dieing of thirst, I know what the combination of dysentary and pneumonia feels like. I live on the edge of rage all the time now. I sometimes feel that rational thought is beyond me. I hate myself for how I make my wife feel, how I cannot even have a decent conversation with her. I hate the way my mind makes all the world my enemy. I hate how I see the world as threats or lesser threats. I feel as though I am a wild animal, without the capacity to understand my own species. I do not mean things the way I say them, sometimes, and I fear I have done my wife wrong with my dis association and my outbursts. I once believed myself a good man, now I am not sure at all.