Completely understand if no one wants to read this. And it hurts to write. But being uncomfortable helps me cope(?).

I had a real purpose in a career that I enjoyed. Loved. Was grateful for. Got hurt. They sent me packing. Still hurts today almost 3 years later. Still trying to find that purpose. It just makes me spiral. Especially at night when itsjust myself and my thoughts. I'm worried I'm letting my friends and family down... If there's any other vets with similar feelings... I feel ya. Or anybody really. I hate being by myself with my thoughts.