I Got Kicked Out of the Military for Being Suicidal. Here’s Why I Never Told Anyone.
Once upon a time I was a photojournalist for the United State Navy.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
I just wanted to get out.
I wanted to get away from my abusive family.
I wanted to forget everything that ever happened.
I wanted to wipe the slate clean and start over.
And honestly I didn’t have many options.
Based on the circumstances, the Navy seemed like the best deal a girl like me could get.
I was emancipated at sixteen and lived with a foster family until I left for the Navy.
According to the state of Virginia my parents were unfit to be parents.
After a year of mandated family therapy and social services raiding our house with counselors my parents released custody rights of me and I moved out.
I considered college but it was too expensive.
I didn’t have boku money. And nobody else was paying for it.
A military recruiter came to our high school and pumped up how awesome it was to join the Navy.
“See the world.
Get your college paid for.
Make life-long friends.
It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.”
It got me thinking. I was curious.
I walked into the recruitment office and asked for more information.
Before I knew it I was taking a test to measure my skill set. From there we would see what jobs I could qualify for.
“Photojournalist?! That’s a rare job to get! And one of the best” he said.
I could be a photojournalist for the United States Navy and get paid for it.
I could literally see the world and just take photos and write stories.