JEN MY BOYFRIEND TOOK HIS LIFE THEN CHANNELED THROUGH ME. HOW HIS DEATH TRIGGERED MY REBIRTH.

We met in 2007. A stubborn US Marine Corps Veteran named August who intimidated most with his presence, but I saw through him to his soul. I have always been incredibly accurate with my instincts on reading people. I intrigued him enough to stick around for four years. Unfortunately, August became one of the twenty-two Veterans who commit suicide every day. His siblings later told me I gave him an extra four years of life, but I felt like a failure for not giving him more.

He passed away in 2011. A total tower moment that shook me to my core. Nothing we ever could have seen coming, so there was nothing we could have done to stop it. There was no goodbye, and I felt abandoned as my heart shattered. I was in a total stupor for the next six months. Unable to work or eat. Diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), my mom woke me up every few hours to drink Airborne, the only method of nutrients she could get in my system. Years later she would tell me she thought she was slowly watching me die of a broken heart.

I went through some rocky times the next nine years, desperate to feel loved, instead of feeling like I wasn’t good enough to live for. I had a baby boy in