Warrior no more

This article is from 1927.  Spending time in hospitals, here is a note about the experiences.

Being in that hospital was one thing, being away from my family tore at me where the anxiety ripped my brain apart. It was the reality that pulled into a mental ward, it was all over with.  I entered a place I feared worse than warfare. We all fear mental wards.  Its forced on us by culture. In this case, I was a special operation’s warrior still in the community about to experience termination of my livelihood.

People were not only labeling me as insane, they treated me like I was crazy and a threat to the world I loved and defended. What hurt the most was how mental health issues are unacceptable where I had come from. Because of this fact, in a matter of minutes my warrior life would come to an end. A purpose in life I believed I was born and raised to do. Something I had wanted as far back as my memory takes me

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