The other night, I was done. I felt more alone than I ever have in my life. My family was at their breaking point with me. I was sobbing in front of my kids, at which point my ex-wife had to take them somewhere so they wouldn't see me like that.
This only added to the feeling of having no one. I went into my garage, not seeing any other reason to be here. I felt that I only cause my family pain. I thought I would never be a good father to my boys. I was sure that this was the only solution. My mind was made up. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the anxiety, the insomnia, the guilt – I was ready to be rid of it.
I went to grab my pistol and before my hand even touched it, my service dog started barking non-stop, which is not like him. He was jumping in my face and wrapping his head around the arm I was going to grab the gun with. When I finally pulled away, he stopped barking and just stared at me.
I hung my head in shame for what I had thought about doing. My service dog laid his head on top of mine. I didn’t feel alone anymore. He is the reason I'm alive right now. I can’t put into words how thankful I am for him.