My not so secret project

From near homeless to building a writing and music studio

When I returned from Baghdad in 2006, I was pretty numb. That is probably the biggest understatement of my life. I could not laugh. I could not cry. I did not feel. I did not care. I existed in a sort of perdition.

I had no idea that I was suffering from PTSD. It was against Army culture to admit weakness or ask for help when things went wrong. The rule…