I may have been a Marine, but honestly, I didn't do anything. I've never been overseas. I've never seen combat. I've never actually done my job as a Maintenance Marine (Roll my Track's to combat and bring them home). I was a horrible Marine. I was passed over for what should have been an automatic promotion. The only other guy from my basic maintenance class who stayed in and didn't make Staff Sargent has an IQ just above tap water....

I'm a great technical nurse. But when someone rubs me the wrong way, my hackles come up and I get MEAN. I can't turn it off.

Hell, my PDoc looked at me and said "you need to learn to control yourself!!!"

I couldn't keep my marriage together. I can't keep a job (each one seems to last less and less time). I'm not a good father.

Hell, honestly, I'm not even a very good person.

I can't control my emotions. I can't control my mouth. The meds make me somewhat bearable, but that's no way to live. That's no way to be.