THE THINKING SOLDIER Perhaps the architecture of intention was always more delicate than either of us admitted.. a scaffolding of hopes not yet tempered by time or circumstance. I won’t dispute the imagery you’ve painted.. it’s poignant, even beautiful in its grief.. As for the vision, I never dismissed the idea. But reality tends to interrupt our grandest scripts with a more cryptic hand. And no, camouflage isn’t my language, even if silence sometimes serves as armor.. If what you received sowed doubt, I understand. But not all absences are betrayals. Some are simply the byproduct of lives caught in divergent orbits, trying and failing to converge..

July 2nd, 2025

FROM MY UNNAMED SOLDIER

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This is not a “How to Recognize Gaslighting” or a “Step-by-Step Guide to Gaslighting.” This is a true story, drawn from my experience.  

First Paragraph: Without a partner, lover, or relative nearby during our feared and festive flights of life, our ribs cave. You cannot eat cake alone on your birthday, attend a funeral without a shoulder next to you, or celebrate a finished project without your best friend. 

I’ve written in the genre of Creative Nonfiction, integrating the events through dialogue, journal entries, and a third-person narrative. Within three locations, Santa Fe, New Mexico, Los Angeles, California, and Saratoga Springs, NY.  Greta (me) exposes the mutilation gaslighting  abuse inflicts on her emotions, psychology, mental and physical health, and her finances.