Trauma and Irony

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 I've moved a few blog posts from here to Medium to share with what will hopefully be a new audience. Now it's time to do the opposite.

This is a story I told more in my past. Haven't for a long time. It's a story of trauma, irony, recovery, fathers and sons. I think it's worth sharing here. Please check it out and share it. 

Trauma and Irony

This maybe the most personal thing I've written in a long time. I hope it touches people or helps them out in some way. 

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