A little about me. I was born in Seattle Washington. I lived all over in the Puget Sound area well into my twenties. Lots of little port towns and Islands. In 1994 I met the first love of my life on San Juan Island where I was a rock and roll singer and a mechanic. We were on again off again for about 10 years. We both ended up as Rangers for the National Park Service through most of that time. We were stationed all over the country sometime separate from each other. In 2000 my Aunt Toni died. Shortly after, the same year her brother my Dad Jack died. In 2003 Wanda left me. Spare you the details. Heartbroken, I was going to show her by going to Law Enforcement Academy in 2004. I worked at Olympic that summer. In 2005 I was living with my cousin in Magnolia when I got my first permanent position with the National Park Service. I worked in Nebraska for approximately a year until a horrible rollover car accident in 2006. No drugs or alcohol were involved. I was in the hospital for three months and in a wheelchair for 3 months. I briefly worked in Arizona for the fish and wildlife service,  I was still busted up from the accident, and started showing symptoms from a traumatic head injury, and PTSD. I also missed my new girlfriend/ wife, so I resigned from the Department of interior(F&W/NPS). I moved to Colorado and worked for her family selling and repairing cars. In 2008 we were married, and shortly after our daughter died. I fell deep in love with my wife, but I was traumatized from the series of tragedies, and I drank on and off. During our 14 years together, my uncles Layton and Robert, and my Grandmothers Gladys and Ruth died. Christy was very supportive through all of these tragedies. In 2018 my mother Elaine died, I had a complete breakdown. In 2019 my wife divorced me. I had another even worse total mental break down. Having lived for/with someone else for so long, I didn't know who I was anymore. I was near homeless/dead up here in the Puget Sound area where I finally migrated back to. In June of 2020, I committed myself to a 30 day trauma / alcohol treatment facility. I stayed sober for two months, then overwhelmed with trauma, grief, heartbreak and shame, I drank again. I was heading for homelessness/death again, then my guardian angel cousin Traci got me to detox. I committed myself to another dual diagnosis Treatment Center, where I received therapy counseling, education about what was wrong with me and I balanced out my medications. I was there for 4 months. I learned I've had PTSD since I was a child, approximately 5 traumatic brain injuries, and bipolar disorder. I now live on, until I get some some stability underneath me. I work a program of recovery, one day at a time for the rest of my life. I am so grateful that my higher power that I call God has taken care of me, while I do the uncomfortable work of piecing my life together. It wasn't all horrible. There were wonderful times in those last 25-plus years. I hope you enjoyed the story, believe it or not it's the short version.