Missing Marine!

It breaks my heart knowing that yet another military Sister is on the streets.

I can't say what she went through that drove her to this moment. She must've been so overwhelmed and felt this was her only option. I've been there, in that defining moment. It's an excruciating decision. I know several men and women that have as well. Bad things happen in life, even in our Beloved Corps. A uniform doesn't exempt you from that universal truth. At some point, you just snap and your world goes dark.

There are two things that I know to be true. One, in the aftermath her trauma, she's probably not with her family because she chooses not to be. If she felt "home" was safe or that her family was her safety, that is exactly where she would be. Two, if she wanted to be found, more than likely, she would be.

People that have survived trauma, in or out of service, learn how to operate in the fray. For many of the homeless, it's not mental illness. It's self-preservation. While random danger can exist, it is sometimes safer or less painful than the alternative. It is often the quiet needed for peace of mind.

I was homeless for near four months back in 2006. I chose it because in the quiet of my car, far away from the hurt and pain that was my life at "home", I could breathe. I felt safe. It was there that I found me again.

I can’t say that this is what she has done. I can’t say that this is where she is in her life. It is my hope, though, that wherever she is, she feels safe and that the gods bring her peace.