Abstract

Sitting and listening to “Physician Wellness and Physician Suicide at Firkin Amphitheater, Yale university. Suddenly, my memory went back to 1996. When I finished residency and started my first job at small community center in small town in Kentucky. I was the only psychiatrist. Two months after starting, a local psychiatrist who had been practicing for a long time lost his wife after struggling with cancer, Committed suicide” by shooting himself in the head. As it is a small town this was powerful event affected the whole community, as for me personally, although I did not know him personally, but as fellow psychiatrist, with my vulnerability moving to a new town with very little social support, I felt exposed, fearful, lonely. I could not stop thinking that one day it could be me, with the isolation I am experiencing there.