When I started writing about PTSD and depression, I had three reasons. Firstly, because it was cathartic. It was a way for me to raise
There once was a king who had three sons. The first two were very attractive and popular and when they turned 21, the king provided
After the drowning, I was back on nightshift. On the busier nights, you might have ten to twenty suspects brought in for interview. And then
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One day back in 2014, one of my sergeants asked me if I wanted a kitten. I was tempted. I had always been a cat
I drove my car into the garage and sat there, still trying to digest what had happened in the very early hours of that day.