My Story of PTSD
A little over a month ago I lost someone very close to me. He had his own demons, and leading up to what would be a difficult day for myself and him, I received a couple of messages on different days asking for help. I went, without question, in the middle of the night to see him; we talked and reminisced and he seemed fine after I left. Then I got a call one day at work to say I needed to get to the hospital, my friend was in there and had tried to kill himself. I was listed as his next of kin and I didn't know. Unfortunately, he didn't make it; his wounds, both mental and physical, were too much, and he didn't want to fight anymore.