Storms are a fact of life. That doesn’t make them any less scary or any less dangerous. Ben is terrified by thunder, and that threw a wrench into my monkey last night as I attempted to get ahead of the game. By the time we were all calmed down and back to Stable 1, it was too late to really do much.
The day ahead is busy and filled with things that should bring joy and excitement. But a pall of depression hangs over it all ad yet another veteran, unable to face his storms any longer, chose to take his life. I didn’t know him, in fact, I never met him because I was specifically forbidden to do so. But I did conduct some business with him not that long ago. About $330k worth, if you get my drift. We had a lot in common. Navy, 1st Class Petty Officers, submarines, families, and an address. In the end, something had to have gone terribly wrong for this to have happened.
And what is scaring me is that it makes no sense. How is this happening and why? What is it that takes Veterans who seem happy and healthy and leaves them desperate enough to take their own lives?
Is it really just a storm?