Fallen Dreams

Dedicated to the brave Men that attempted BUD/S and for one reason or another did not make it through.

I used to be motivated, used to be confident and used to look forward to my goals everyday.  
Training consistently, day in, day out. Trying my hardest to push myself to my limits, knowing very well we're nicest to ourselves, hence it would be hard.  Some people hate running, some hate the water, some have difficulties lifting heavy weights. Everybody has their own demons to fight off.  The hardest part was not training up to the event but rather ignoring your self doubt. Learning to fend off those negative thoughts leading up to quitting.  You get to know yourself throughly in the process of quitting and think you'll never amount to anything else as great as serving in the teams one day.  Suicidal thoughts creep in sometimes, stopped by the thought of "wait a second.. I'm thinking of quitting again".  
You do your best to perform your daily tasks to the best of your ability to combat those thoughts of being a failure and not living up to the expectations of said training.  The fleet is full of nice and bad people, mainly composed of nerds and other people that use their position to feed their ego and it kills you.  Work ethic is not important anymore, people get promoted based on volunteering, studying for a stupid study and dump data type of test and kissing ass.  Physical fitness is not a priority anymore. People will rush to secure a spot on the exercise bike as if that's what we do in real life. Ride our bicycles unto combat.  Depression is real, I didn't buy into it until after a couple of weeks after I quit the world's hardest military training. Until the dust settled and reality seeped deep into my skin.

Bottom line is do yourself a favor and do not quit.  You will hate yourself for it and people will not understand why you are such a downer. BUD/S recruits the Navy's best and out of all those people only the mentally strong and ones with the most drive make it through.