It started young, my first father was killed in very unusual circumstances when I was 2 months old and my mother fell into a great depression and turned to alcohol. At the same time she did a bounce back marriage to another alcoholic and abuser and he was a bad person that abused my mother and me. At the age of 4 I stood up to him, while he was beating my mother and that changed the trajectory of our life. None the less the emotional damage had been done. She got help, I grew up ANGRY, COLD, and battled DEPRESSION/ANXIETY tremendously in my early years. I would then go on to use chemicals in my early twenties to deal with it, all while working towards becoming a Navy SEAL Officer. Initially quite the chemicals for 10 years, but never dealt with the underlying childhood traumas and in the course of SEAL Team added a few more golden nuggets (injuries, death of teammates, TBI, PTSD) that I initially chose to suppress in my own head. Eventually I choose unwisely to return to opioids and alcohol. As feelings of survivor guilt, unworthiness, and general hatred of who I had become I began to have many suicidal thoughts. The final straw was my trying to jump off a building with my wife and kids watching 6 years ago. I had messed myself up good over the 40 years. By the grace of God, and there push and support. I went and got help.