To all my friends, family, fans, peers, comrades, acquaintances, enemies, strangers and people I simply don’t like:

I’m here for you.

I’m not just here if you want to talk about your problems. I’m here if you need to dig deep. I’m here if you need to bleed it out while someone else is in the room to experience the pain with you.

We can talk about what you’re going through. We can talk about my experiences.

You can ask the questions. Or you can let me ask them. Maybe we’ll pull questions from the Internet. We can call a hotline together or we can shut off our phones and sit in silence. You can even tell me you don’t need to talk and that everything is OK, even if it isn’t true. What’s important is you let me be here, and that you understand that I’m here.

Because it doesn’t matter if you’re a veteran or not. I understand, in some capacity, what you’re going through.

I’ve been to the figurative ledge. I’ve had the literal pills in my stomach. I’ve threatened suicide as a cry for help. I’ve held the cold barrel against my temple as I cried.

I’ve been there, and now I’m here.