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Continue reading →: Dinner For OneI felt bad, awful, really. But there was nothing I could do. Nothing except stand in receipt of her vengeful glare. The pupils of her otherwise beautiful eyes became daggers, and they were thrown towards me with purposeful aim. This made me feel even worse, even more horrible. I felt…
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Continue reading →: I Will Remember Them…I was young. Arrogant, maybe… Though my youthful soul had been tested and forged within the fires of tragedy and tribulation, nothing had prepared me for what I was doing in that moment on that run way. I stood rigid, still, tall and motionless in-spite of the galling winds. To…
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Continue reading →: Ramblings Of Remembrance.Looming just ahead of me are a cluster of days that boast an unrivaled amount of introspective pain and anguish. On a calendar they appear as mere numbers held within a month. To the naked eye they are arbitrary and hardly seem worthy of commanding such trepidation and angst from…
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Continue reading →: Every “Witch” Way…As the sun bled through a plume of thick, blanketing clouds that rested atop of the city, a new day was born. A dull grey hue began to seep in through the slits of my blinds. I was laying in bed as an introspective congress was taking session – the…
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Continue reading →: A Halloween Night.October is festooned with many things; cold days, crisp nights, auburn leaves that glissade in the chilly winds of fall and perhaps most notably, if not infamously – Halloween! That day that lurks ominously, albeit enticingly to some (myself included), at the end point of any calendar. And of course,…
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Continue reading →: Pillow Talk…It’s shortly after midnight and I am terrified. I am also exhausted, but mostly just frightened through to my bones. From where I am sitting to write this, just over my left shoulder sits a modest collection of pillows. They lie in wait atop of my bed. They know that…
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Continue reading →: Sad Today…I am sad today. I am. And despite popular, stigma laden counter-speech, it is okay to admit that. It is okay to let all of you know that that’s what I am feeling. In fact, it’s necessary. Vital, even. For two mornings in a row now I have been awoken…
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Continue reading →: Powder ManI just finished watching a preview for a soon to be released movie. I didn’t go looking for said preview, it just sort of invited itself to the illuminated window of my television screen. The first thing I noticed while becoming increasingly transfixed to its boasting message, was a deeply…
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Continue reading →: Hello, Reaper…As the crepuscule of night befell over the city, I was hidden away by the sanctitude of my humble apartment. Nestled safely within the embrace of my bedding. Sleep and I would soon meet. I felt the tension in the muscles of my eyes begin to melt away as I…
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I’m Matthew
Welcome to the official blog of Matthew Heneghan — author of A Medic’s Mind and Woven in War, and host of the trauma-focused podcast Unwritten Chapters.
As a former Canadian Armed Forces medic and civilian paramedic, I’ve lived through the raw edges of trauma, addiction, grief, and healing. Through honest storytelling and lived experience, I write and speak about PTSD, trauma recovery, mental health awareness, and resilience — especially from the lens of veterans and first responders.
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