I knew a couple months back from the way my ex NCO texted me that something was off. I noticed he drank a little more but i didn't want to come off as excessive or bothersome/annoying so I didn't say anything. I figured that he was an adult and could deal with whatever it was. It wasn't until today that he told me he was struggling and drowning, borderline gone that I realized it was a lot deeper than what it was. I kick myself for not saying anything or being there for him in his time of need.
I have to be better and not hesitate. That fear of being labeled clingy or too caring is nothing compared to a lost life.