Don't hate...learn

PTSD Patrol
Kathie Costos
May 12, 2021

It is always easier to focus on what is bad, when there is too much that is bad. The thing is, if that is all you focus on you miss that majority of what is good. The majority of the people are good, caring people but you won't see them until you open your eyes. It is the same when you are looking at your own life. Some of it can be bad, sad, heartbreaking and you can have plenty of reasons to feeling hopeless....if that is all you focus on. What about the things that are good, happy, positive, and give you plenty of reasons to be happier?

Today I started to add subtitles. This means less to read here, but you can read the subtitles if you want. Let me know what you think. I hope it helps when I talk too fast.

Remember, it is your life...get in and drive it!

#BreakTheSilence and #TakeBackYourLife from #PTSD.

Everyday People

Sly and The Family Stone

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong

My own beliefs are in my song

The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then

Makes no difference what group I'm in

I am everyday people, yeah yeah

There is a blue one who can't accept

The green one for living with

A fat one tryin' to be a skinny one

Different strokes for different folks

And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby

Ooh sha sha

We got to live together

I am no better and neither are you

We're all the same whatever we do

You love me you hate me

You know me and then

You can't figure out the bag I'm in

I am everyday people

There is a long hair

That doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one

That will not help the poor one

Different strokes for different folks

And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby

Ooh sha sha

We got to live together

There is a yellow one that won't

Accept the black one

That won't accept the red one

That won't accept the white one

Different strokes for different folks

And so on and so on and

Scooby dooby dooby

Ooh sha sha

I am everyday people

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sylvester Stewart

Everyday People lyrics © Mijac Music 

Playing For Change

PTSD Patrol you don't belong in the boondocks

PTSD Patrol
Kathie Costos
November 1, 2020

Some people think they have the right to judge you, without even knowing you. They judge you by the way you dress, the type of car you drive, where you live, but other than that, they don't know YOU.

I spent a lot of years with motorcyle charity groups. People judge us and wanted to stay away from us on the road, because we wore leather vests and rode Harleys. We didn't care when they gave us dirty looks when we went in for a meal someplace on the road, because the purpose of the ride was always for chairty. We were doing good but none of that mattered because they usualy just judged instead of coming over to talk to us.

There is nothing you can do to change their minds, because apparently, they do not have the ability to think in the first place. It sucks to be judged but sucks ever more when you are hurting and need someone to talk to. They end up causing you to retreat further into yourself and your pain, instead of bothering to actually get to know you.

That is not your problem. It is theirs. You know what you are like and how much you care for others, so let that feed hope within you. Most of the time you need to talk to someone but are afraid to ask. Ask yourself what you would do if someone needed help from you. Would you judge them or help them? If you decided to help them, would you think less of them because they had to ask or more of them and their trust in you, because they turned to you?

Today the feature video is about being judged. Down In The Boondocks. Don't let people put you down because they never earned the right to.

#BreakTheSilence and #TakeBackYourLife from #PTSD

Down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

I love her, she loves me

But I don't fit in her society

Lord, have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Every night I watch the lights from the house up on the hill

I love a little girl that lives up there and I guess I always will

But I don't dare knock on her door

'Cause her daddy is my boss man

So I'll just have to be content

To see her whenever I can

Down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

I love her, she loves me

But I don't fit in her society

Lord, have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks

One fine day I'll find the way 

To move from this old shack

I'll hold my head up like a king 

And I never, never will look back

Until that morning, I'll work and slave

And I'll save every dime

But tonight, she'll have to steal away

To see me one more time

Down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

I love her, she loves me

But I don't fit in her society

Lord, have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Lord, have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Lord, have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Joe South

Down In The Boondocks lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC