I just need to share this with people who will understand. On Saturday I found out that my best friend from college was hit and killed walking across a 2 lane highway. He was a Viet Nam vet and suffered from PTSD. He would periodically show up wherever I was living to make sure I was o.k. The last time I talked to him I found out that he was homeless. I tried to get him to go the VA for help, but he was afraid they would try to keep him. He literally saved my life when I was a messed up little 19 year old spiraling faster than the speed of light into a depression that almost cost me life. I am feeling a little lost and like someone punched me in my heart.