![]() ![]() ![]() So I turned to alcohol and drugs (legal and illegal) for relief, but my suffering just got worse. I fought and struggled with my inability to sleep, and the more I fought, the more difficult the nights became. For me, this is what rises up out of the silence that is special to night. Part of the reason I had difficulty sleeping was because of my night terrors: the sounds of artillery (that isn’t there) firing in the distance, of helicopters on assault, that special look of everything illuminated by artificial light, the sounds of small arms fire, of the wounded screaming for a medic. My sleeplessness became the central symbol of my not-all-rightness, of my deepest fears that I would never be all right. Since that time, I haven’t slept for more than two consecutive hours in any one night. ![]() I suffer from a disturbed sleep pattern that has been a part of my life since a nighttime attack in Vietnam in 1967. A retreat with Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh set him on the path of mindfulness and healing. Healing Takes Place Here Monday, May 3, 2021Ĭlaude AnShin Thomas suffered for years from the trauma of war as a Vietnam combat veteran. ![]()
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