I don't know if that helps you in any way if I share my own emotions with you.
I cannot identify with you because what happened to me was not as painful as your experience.
But still, I'd share it.
About a month ago, a guy I knew from my platoon has put an end to his life.
It was a shock for me, and I didn't know how to respond. He was not my friend, so I didn't feel sorrow, mainly shock. I didn't talk to him since I finished my duty, almost a year ago, because, like I said, we were not friends.
Nevertheless, I liked him. Our last conversation is in my mind, I remember it like it was yesterday.
He was a young soldier, who had a hard time in the platoon. He was not very happy being there, not very happy about being a fighter. When I started my service, I felt the same, and since I was already a senior soldier at the time, I saw it as my duty to support him.
It was late at night, couple of days before my release of duty. I was busy giving out my stuff to younger soldiers. (it's a tradition to pass good military equipment owned by senior soldiers to young ones, who have old equipment) I decided to give my
High-quality American coveralls to that young soldier to cheer him up.
He was asleep at that time, doing 3/6 guard duty like many young soldiers. I woke him up and offered to have a chat over an orange drink (no alcohol in the army, obviously). We talked for a while and I explained him how important it is not to see things radically and keep your spirit even in hard times. We laughed a little, shook hands, I handed him the coveralls and returned to the barracks.
Some months later I heard the guy is being sent to Officer's School, to become a military adjutant. I thought it's a shame that he's leaving the platoon, but was happy for him to finally receive the job he wanted. He completed the course well, and became an officer.
I don't know why he decided to end his life. His friends talked of much pressure put on his shoulders, which he could not bear. I guess he was altogether a fragile person. To be an officer, especially in the IDF, one must have nerves of steel. The army is demanding and quite unforgiving towards those who are emotionally weak.
Life can break us. Staying in shelter may drive you insane, and eventually you must go out to the storm and try to survive it. Just remember you are no alone. People will help you, but in order for them to do so, they must know that you need help. Be strong.
~Freddy~