So, I’d like to add more to my initial post. At 15, I fed sharks at Manly Marine-land, not with the grab sticks people use today but rather with my hands. This experience fueled my love for the water. At 16, I joined the Navy Junior Recruit School, and finally, I found where I was supposed to be—I was home, at last.
Fast forward some 30 years and five conflicts later, I left the Navy. Yes, I felt a bit lost outside of my normal regime, but you adapt, as they say, and it worked for some time. There were some hiccups along the way, but you get over them and move on. However, as the old saying goes, "You dance to the tune, but the piper wants to be paid."
Now, 20 years after leaving the Navy, I find myself grappling with unexpected consequences. Depression has crept into my life, bringing a profound sadness and loneliness that I struggle to express. It’s as if the ability to talk about these feelings has been stifled. Watching events unfold on social media—whether happy or sad—often brings me to tears. This emotional response feels disproportionate and disconcerting, making me question what’s happening inside me.
Have I bottled up my past? What do you do to get this stuff out? Many have said to just talk it out with someone, but I can tell you that is easier said than done. Many just would not understand.
