Shooting the “Bad Guy” in my case resulted in screaming nightmares, depression, PTSD, and numerous other mental ailments, because HEY, guess what? I’m not a psychotic. Not to mention the fact that i have to live EVERY SINGLE DAY with the knowledge that I have taken away everything from someone. EVERYTHING. The person I shot, who according to everyone around me was responsible for his own death, will never breathe again because of the actions that I took.
Can you imagine that? Can you imagine knowing that you have taken away everything that someone ever was, and ever will be because of a split second decision? A decision that you will forever agonize over, and over again in your mind, trying to determine if what you did was the right thing? Even if everyone around you tells you that you did the right thing?
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