We have every reason to believe that we (Military Minds Inc) are the largest of Veteran based pages, which has been providing peer support for years. Every once in awhile, we get these messages that help make it all worthwhile. This is why we do what we do.
Continue reading This, so much of this
As a fundraising organization, Military Minds Inc has used shirt sales, motorcycle rides, and other events to build awareness and raise funds in the name of PTSD.
Continue reading Supporting – Camp My Way
One of the most common questions we get is – what do you do with the funds you raise?
Now we will start doing more than telling you – let us show you.
2018, the Canadian Walk for Veterans had its first national event in locations
all across Canada.
Continue reading Canadian Walk For Veterans – 2019
Well, it might be interesting to note – we now have an Ambassador program.
Continue reading MMI Ambassador Program
We would like to introduce you to our first Brand Ambassador – Amanda Lynn Mayhew
Military Minds Inc, the driving force behind The Rolling Barrage, is excited to announce Dispatches; a 11-day, 5361 km loop adventure ride originating from Quebec City and tracing the coastal routes of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence as well as the wilds of the Trans Labrador highway and Northern Quebec! If you are the type of motorcyclist who would sometimes rather trade the ease and comfort of the blacktop for something more exciting, challenging and exclusive, then this is the ride for you!
Continue reading Dispatches – The MMI Adventure Ride
Continue reading Long overdue update
It is time to catch everyone up on what Military Minds Inc (MMI) has been up for the last couple of years. This post will give much of the background of where we were, and more about our vision moving forward.
As Military Minds Inc grows our volunteers get the opportunity to meet many amazing people and many amazing organizations. One of our many friends had the opportunity to have his tribute truck videoed by a young man, who has taken the time to create an amazing video about the tribute truck and will be donating any money made from the video to a veterans charity called Can Praxis.
Continue reading The Canadian Military Tribute Truck Video
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Am I alone?
I can’t seem to shake the feeling that I failed. I’ve got so much to be thankful for right? I’m alive. That’s got to count for something doesn’t it?
But still my heart is heavy, a dark hole that seems to pull on me. It has no direction or function, just a gravity like pressure that lingers under a wire tight level of hypervigilance.
One minute I feel invincible and the next as though I could be crushed like those forgotten stale potato chips on the couch when someone sits down.
Of course there are all the memories. Not the fun ones of skiing or dirtbiking, no. The intrusive ones that pop up unexpectedly when something as simple as a name rolls in the credits on television. Those only compound when your brain has been twisted by concussions so severe they are often unchartable. The confusion wreaks havoc through the wiring in my head at a dizzying rate and I question myself on a regular basis if I’m losing my mind. I’ve cheated myself out of death more times than I can recall. Suicide wish? HELL No. Been there, done that. I’m just testing deaths resolve. Fuck death.
Am I alone?
My eyes ache from staring at a ceiling hidden in the natural darkness of my room. The ceiling fan whirls it’s blades in a futile attempt to calm me. The physical pains all start to pound their individual messages with each heartbeat, reminding me that there is more to my battered existence than “just” PTSD. I’ve slept a total of 14 hours, all interrupted, in the past five days and I wonder how anyone can endure years of this sort of subconscious abuse.
Am I alone?
How do I ever trust anyone ever again when the betrayals began almost at birth and only worsened as I watched humanity tear itself limb from limb in battle? Then of course the global community exonerated those who committed the atrocities two decades later. How do I trust when those I swore to defend rewrite the rules to balance their books and cast my brothers and I through the cracks of care? When the citizens are more concerned about celebrity nausea and walk around in ignorant texting zombie bliss.
Nobody beats me up like I do.
Am I alone?