The room is dark and dismal. Every curtain drawn together obscures the light. It’s suggestive of the despair filling the deepest recesses of Tank Brooks’ soul. Struck by a boundless trembling, his heart beat loudly gathers voice, filling his head. He sits ensnared in a whirlwind where his ability to reason is all but lost. On the walls are his dusty old family pictures, treasured memories of happier days. Each a reminder of those he loved and then lost. Over the years he came to learn that it’s…