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Lady A discusses her love for music as a coping skill for her anxiety. She announces an upcoming interview with a YouTuber who will talk about how PTSD affects gang members. She also offers free advertising for businesses on her episodes. Lady A then talks about her own anxiety and her work on a nonprofit for PTSD. She introduces the topic of stress and PTSD and how they are related. She shares a story about a man named Mark who is dealing with a failing marriage, financial problems, and haunting memories. Mark's frustrations lead him to commit a crime out of desperation. Lady A emphasizes that PTSD often leads to criminal behavior and encourages those suffering to seek help. Hey everybody, Lady A back at you with episode number 2 of Echo to My Mayhem. The music you hear playing in the background, I do not own the rights to, but I do have a extreme love for instruments. I found in this journey that they are one of my coping skills. Music seems to relax me, so I am definitely into music. In some episodes, we're going to get into just talking about how some people cope, how some don't, how some ignore it or deny it, but again, that's another episode, so I want you to go ahead, grab your drinks, a little snack, and let's chop it up for a bit. Now I'm super excited, so next week, we are having our first interview, and that is going to be with YouTuber 89 On Up, my homeboy Big Pine, and he's going to take some knowledge to us about how PTSD affects gang members. I do have an offer as well that I have extended, and it is a free offer. I am advertising a business on every episode, one business, until the end of this month. So I mean, get in there. It doesn't matter where you are, it doesn't matter what you do, I will advertise you. So with that being said, if you're in the Phoenix metropolitan area, and you need some remodeling or repairs, you know, these homeowners, you can be a property management place, whatever, this man's business is, I'm just going to say it, they are the bomb. I have watched Kavita's videos, and I mean, he will turn your house into an entire paradise. So get at Elite Repairs, LLC, they are at EliteRepairs at Yahoo.com, contact phone number is 602-518-5225. Now I hope you guys had a great week. My week this week has, it's been great, but it has had my anxiety up high. So I've been working on my nonprofit, obviously for PTSD, and also working on how I can provide virtual assistance to those in need. So when I tell these stories, the reason why I'm telling them is because they are actually things that happen. Now no, I'm not going to use a person's name, but these are situations that happen, and if we don't control this disorder, these things will happen. So today our topic is going to be about stress and PTSD, and how the two may co-relate. So first off, what is stress? I think a lot of people use this term loosely, and not even know what it is. People tend to say, you know, any term, and it's just like something they want to say without knowing the background on it. They will probably be stumped if you ask them. Anyway, stress is a feeling of emotional or physical tension. The definitions are somewhat similar, except stress goes away and PTSD does not. The connection in there, too, is that with PTSD patients, stress is always extremely anticipated. Situations, people, places, smells, sounds, I mean, the list goes on. We can be triggered by just about anything, I mean, anything. The expressive language is what I think mostly affects PTSD people, and it's not all the time. It's not that we can't communicate, that's not the situation, but when it's a situation or a trigger, then that expressive language kind of gets out of hand. We're not able to process exactly what's going on at the time or plan what we're going to say at the time. That's going to bring me to our situation today, or our story. This story is about a 34-year-old man named Layton, affectionately known as Big Mark. These are his echoes to the breaking point. In the dimly lit apartment of Mark is on the brink of collapse. The silence was defeating him. I mean, he was sitting there in silence. You know how sometimes something is going on and you just kind of sit and maybe overthink, and that's what he was doing. He sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, staring blankly at the TV screen that wasn't even on. With his half-empty bottle of whiskey, he clutched it so hard, tightly, and his hands were just trembling. So at this point, he's really, really feeling this, and what's going on is his marriage is ending. Okay, but we'll go a little further. So the weight of the world is, like, just seeming to crush him. Everything is just happening at once, everything's on his shoulders, it's an internal battle, his mother doesn't care anymore, or at least that's how it seems to him. Their marriage was so blissful, it was so full of life, and now it's torn apart by bitter arguments, and Mark is just like, there's no coming back. You know, it's murky waters, divorce proceedings, fearing to lose custody of little Mark. It's just a huge dark cloud just raining all over him. To make matters worse, his job that he's been at since he was 18 years old has just announced a round of layoffs, leaving him on the top end block, and they also announced that they have to cut hours, so he's going from 40 hours to maybe 20, dangling over his head this financial ruin nog at his insides. What am I going to do? And every day, he's just thinking about this, all day long. He can't get these two situations out of his mind. So what he did was, he sat there one night, and the cruelest blow of all was the ghost that haunted him, his every waking moment, and that ghost was memories of his past, memories of his first wife and troubled childhood plagued his mind, tormenting him with their rentless grip, echoes lurked in the shadows waiting to beat him up mentally, screams of, I can't fucking sleep, can be heard down the hall of his apartment of the wee hours of the morning. On this particular evening, as the weight of his burdens threatened to crush him beneath their vulnerable lobe, he's sitting there with his whiskey and something inside a marked snap. With a primal roar of frustration and despair, he hurled the whiskey across the room, the glass shattering against the wall, and he's thinking, I got to do something. I got to do something to get this frustration out of me. He had his mind made up. There was no stopping him now, without a second thought, he found himself slipping into the shadows. His footsteps muffled in the darkness, his destination was quite clear, back to the liquor store, a sea of darkness that surrounded him. With trembling hands and a racing heart, he slipped inside, but as he approached the counter, his intentions became painfully clear. With desperation in his eyes, he pulled out the strap, he brandished the weapon, reminder of the debts to which had happened in his past. In a voice laced with desperation, he demanded the cash from the register. That poor cashier was trembling because he knew him, and he couldn't believe that this was something that he would do. Without a doubt, he went ahead and turned over the money. Mark took the money, and within a second, he jolted out the door, and he was gone. But when he got home, he knew that he was going to have to pay for his consequences. He was going to have to pay for what he just did, because the man knows him. He knows his name, he knows where he lives, he knows where he works, like, that was just not something planned out, as we were talking about earlier. So his fate was hanging in the balance as he fought to reclaim his shattered life. You guys, PTSD almost always leads to some type of crime. If you or anyone you know is suffering, please reach out to 988 or reach out to someone you can trust. I'll write y'all to episode number 3, peace!