One semester away from his Masters Degree
But he couldn’t see
The light at the end of the dark tunnel
PTSD was too much, he was humbled
He was a brother to her in every sense
But for a brief moment
He forgot himself and his family
Who he was
Depression held him, held the gun
Nowhere to run
Now it’s done
Rest In Peace, Nate.
If you know someone who is struggling please help them get help.
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Podcast on how to overcome anxiety and mental illness is here
I love you. Please don’t give up.