Wednesday, August 10, 2016. You called to check-in. You knew I was struggling.
Months before, I shared with you that I developed suicidal ideation and was not sure I should continue residency. The forced sleeplessness and self-doubt were getting to me.
Did I deserve to be a surgical resident? I felt worthless.
I was so damn tired.
You knew I was afraid to leave the surgery and what that would mean for my military …