Like many of my friends, I struggled with the transition to civilian life after my last deployment to Iraq. I couldn’t seem to loosen the grip of depression that took hold of me after separating from the military and losing an essential part of my identity. Depression was often masked by bouts of intense anger. Far too often the ones I loved the most, my kids, were on the receiving end of my rage. After being apart from them for 18 months, this misplaced anger must have felt like the ultimate betrayal.