I honestly wonder sometimes what someone would say to me if they saw what I've seen. At the age of 23 I've had friends die less than 50 yards from me. I've had friends take their own life. Coping is so difficult because it's not like being sick where it goes away for good. It comes back. I've gotten so good at choking down my own feelings but maybe that's what's really damaging me. One day I'm great and the next day I'm a mental train wreck.















