Depression is a serious and very real issue and something I dealt with quite a lot in the military. Women generally talk much more openly about their emotions with their friends then guys do. Classically men will use their girlfriend for their emotional support - hence so many of you get so attached to them. Once they're gone, your 'oneitis', it leaves a hole. Although you have friends, you're feeling lonely and your current crowd don't allow you to express this.Colossus said:Problem is, I can’t shake this sense of desolation. I’ve got a few good buddies to hang out with which definitely helps, but at the end of the day I’m just freaking lonely as hell. It’s a tough thing to talk about when you’re a grown man, because it’s not only embarrassing but it’s really not a problem anyone wants to hear about.
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To make matters worse, my old oneitis makes sporadic contact with me, and naturally being at a point of weakness I entertain thoughts of redemption with her, which is obviously not good for my mental health.
In the military things are slightly different. We're often not in positions to make real relationships, so eventually those borders come down within our squad - people stop worrying about seeing the other guys naked, you talk about stuff, you cry. Sometimes you see (or have to do) horrible things. I remember having to clutch a sobbing signals operator to my cheek after a particularly violent contact in the FATA area of Pakistan. Sounds gay? It was all we had - and you need to get through these moments. It's hard to worry about what people think of you after that. It's the same reason military guys (or indeed people with strong team bonds) are often more relaxed about women - we can find that deep friendship with other guys. It's also what pushes you on when things hurt, and why it's so hard to leave.
When I left 2 1/2 years ago I did find it hard to adapt back to civvy street. My entire 'family' was spread around the UK or still fighting. But I did what I was trained to do - I sought out that extended family. For me it was joining a rugby club. The team spirit - the comradery was the closest I could find for what was missing in my life - esprit de corps. When you trust your team, when you push yourself that extra mile for the man next to you, and when you know he'll do the same for you...you're not lonely. You can talk about anything. Seek out and join a team. Become something more than you are on your own. It'll change your identity - you can become Colossus, a member of XYZ.
And hey...maybe eventually you'll get to see another guy piss into a glass and one of you will have to take the forfeit to drink it. Just pray it's not you!