You close your eyes to rest, it all comes back. Your dining out with your wife, something happens and it all comes flooding into your mind. You can't go out, afraid someone will do something that will cause you to snap into your "take care of business' mode". You end up putting down a person for doing nothing more than smoking around you, or cursing in front of your children. Someone is not respectful to an elderly couple, you take them down. So, you just want to stay away, away from life that is out there. When does it end? 10 years, 20 years, never? The meds, you just get addicted, they wean you off, put you on more. Joke, that is all they are. I missed my children growing up somehow because of this damn wall they put me on. Now, I am missing my grandchildren growing up. I can still take out six people in six seconds, never fire a shot. I can take an assault rifle and knock a quarter off a fence post at 800 yards and never draw a splinter from the wood. I can kill a person sixteen different ways, each method within the blink of an eye. They took ME away when they taught me all I know and put me on the wall. I want ME back. God, this is too much, I can't go on much longer. They did not show me how to get down off the wall and it just gets taller and more complicated.