Before my first year in the Army was complete, I was standing in the sandy desert of Kuwait. A couple of weeks later I was in Southern Iraq on a tiny outpost wondering to myself what the heck I was thinking. Fourteen months later I was home and a month after that, I was back to being a civilian without the slightest clue as to how I was going to function in the regular world. I didn’t know my family or friends anymore. I was older than people my age and came to the realization that life had gone on without me. I wasn’t necessary or needed at home for my loved one’s lives to continue. There wasn’t a clear place for me anymore. I was 21, divorced, relied too much on alcohol, had recently quit smoking, had been to countries no one wanted to see, saw things in broad daylight most people don’t want to see in their nightmares, and didn’t have a clue how to apply for a job or write a resume. My whole body was in constant pain, my brain was still in shock, I was lost.