In the past several months, I’ve been falling — no, rocketing — into one of the deepest depressions I’ve experienced. I know it’s partly from never really having spiritually recovered from being medically retired from the Marine Corps in 2004; and partly from a life that has somehow become meaningless…I have no real purpose.
Although I’ve reached out to get some help, I knew in my heart Operation Moonshot was a prayer answered. I had the opportunity to put my day-to-day responsibliites on pause: my job, my Master’s program semester, and everything else. I raised my hand and packed my bags. Everything I left in Virginia was petty and meaningless in comparison to what I gained from this deployment.
I gained back a true feeling of purpose, of comraderie, of socialization, if only for a week. I worked hard, felt appreciated; knew I was understood even without any words.
