The Warrior Medic

This week on The Warrior Medic — the emotional neglect wound. The wound that doesn't always come from what was done to you. Sometimes it comes from what was never given. And sometimes — like in my case — from what was...

If you were abused as a child and never told anyone — this episode is for you. One in six men has experienced childhood sexual abuse. Almost none of them have ever told anyone. Not because it didn't happen. Because the...

This week on The Warrior Medic — the control wound. The controlling man doesn't look wounded. He looks like a leader. He looks like the man who has his life together. But his wife stopped making suggestions. His...

This week on The Warrior Medic — the generational wound. I had a dream. A boy stood in a driveway and watched his father drive away. The father handed him a set of legal documents tied with a red ribbon. Got in the car...

This week on The Warrior Medic — the abandonment wound. I was sixteen years old. Breaking pavement with a pick in our driveway. My father beat me with a leather strap. When he finished — I looked him in the eye and told...

I believed rage won. My father taught me that — through beatings, through instructions, through driving me back to a schoolyard and making me fight a boy I had no business fighting. And rage DID win. For a long time. It...

I was in Saudi Arabia. Alone in an apartment. Far from everyone and everything that meant anything to me. And God put me on my knees. Not dramatically. Not with thunder and lightning. Just — on my knees. With nothing...

I was nine years old. My father and I had just come back from a fishing trip in the Gulf. We were cleaning the boat together. Just the two of us. That's supposed to be one of the good memories. My father got quiet for a...

I had to shut her out. Not because I didn't love her. Because something in me believed that if she got too close — she'd see what I really was. And she'd leave. That conclusion wasn't about her. It was a wound installed...

There was a moment in a carport. My father said something that attacked everything a boy needs to survive — my masculinity, my pride, my desperate need to be accepted and loved. The boy drew a conclusion: I am not...

I couldn't heal what I didn't understand. And for decades I didn't even know what I was missing. Every wound follows the same pattern. Something happened to the boy. He drew a conclusion. And that conclusion ran the...

I want to speak to two men right now. To the son: Stop waiting for an apology that will never come. The forgiveness doesn't require him. It requires you. His knowledge of your forgiveness is irrelevant. Your freedom...

What breaks my heart — even now — are not the moments that happened. It's the ones that didn't. The tender moments that could have lived in his sons' hearts forever — that don't exist. Not because there wasn't time...

When the anger finally released — I expected to feel free. I was wrong. What I felt was sadness. Not for myself. For him. My father survived his own incredibly abusive childhood. But he never healed. He never knew...

Nobody told me forgiveness isn't a one-time event. The first time I forgave my father — I meant it. It was real. Something shifted. And then months later a new memory surfaced. The anger came with it. And I had to...