I am an Army doctor, stationed at Walter Reed. I am currently awaiting retirement from the Army for my bipolar disorder, type I. I was sent here because over the past three years following a tour in Iraq, I have been in and out of mental health facilities with manic and depressive episodes. As recently as two months ago I cut my wrist in an attempt to take my life. I believe that my children, my two daughters, saved my life that day.
As I lay in my bathroom awaiting the end, I had pictures of my daughters running through my mind. I imagined them graduating from high school without me. I imagined them getting married without me. I imagined them having children without me there to share their joy. It was at that point that I picked up the phone and dialed 911. Yes, being in the Army and in Iraq had taken its toll on my life, but I wasn’t going to make my daughters end up paying the final price.