AND THIS GUY.
Post War Monologues .
"It makes you the one with all the problems; it makes you the angry, scary, soulless bitch you didn’t think you were and never wanted to become. But, no he’s the one with the problems, he’s the one who went through war, who’s seen death, who lost his friends. He needs help, he needs support, he needs love, he needs me. Me? Well, what about the war in my goddamn living room, the holes in my walls, what about my invisible wounds, and my loss? My loss of a husband, the man I wanted for life and the woman I thought I’d be by now. And death? Well, I’ve almost seen that a few times by now too. Not by choice, not by desire. It lingers over us in a cloud called depression. It’s like he was supposed to die with them over there and depression just doesn’t quit chasing you once your time is up. It craves your blood."