This post is not about how the military handles depression, or how a soldier does. This is not a cry for help. This is a brief story about me.
Im the son of a teen runaway and a murderer. Ive never met my father and likely never will. My mother did her best for me, but life has always been against us both. I first tried to take my own life when I was only 11. After that, attempts became a yearly thing. Life just carried on no matter how much I didnt want it to. Then, I met someone. She was loving, caring, beautiful, and […]