Essay by Adam A. Meyers

My name is Adam A. Meyers and I was a police officer in Wisconsin for 21 years.

On Friday, April 8, 2016, at 5:15 p.m., I was involved in a critical incident when I used deadly force against someone who armed themselves with a hatchet inside a busy department store. This person died.

I faced many personal and professional mental health challenges after my critical incident. I have been diagnosed with a mental illness, and it has taken me many years to get back on track. I continue to struggle, but I am better than I was.

There are many different coping strategies people may use after experiencing trauma. They may be good and healthy, or they may be bad and unhealthy.

My coping strategies were bad, unhealthy, self-destructive, and dangerous. I used alcohol, marijuana, casual sex, and self-harm as some of my poor coping strategies for years after my critical incident.

My poor coping strategies easily put my relationships, my job, and my health at risk, but I did not care. I wanted to escape from what I was feeling. I wanted to numb my emotions, my thoughts, my body, and any memory of taking someone’s life. I wanted to feel better even if only momentarily.

I was selfish, reckless, and I did not care how my self-destructive and dangerous behavior might affect other people. I did not even care how my behavior affected my family, friends, co-workers, or the public.

Prior to my critical incident I collected wine and enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then. However, after my critical incident I began abusing liquor, mainly whiskey and the cheapest vodka I could get my hands on.

I would consume whiskey and vodka straight from their bottles or on the rocks, or I would create my own cocktails by combining over-the-counter liquid sleep aids or allergy medicines.

There were times that I would mix in whatever leftover prescription medicines I had in the medicine cabinet, and it did not matter if they were prescribed to me or someone else. Abusing alcohol may have been a quick fix, but it caused me even more stress, anxiety, and depression.

There were many times I did not want to go to work. This was not because I had other plans or that I was hungover from consuming too much alcohol, but I just wanted to stay at home and isolate myself from the world. I wanted to lock all the doors of my home, close all the curtains, and shut everyone out of my life.

Sure, I called in sick from time to time, but on one occasion, I intentionally injured myself so that I did not have to work.

I used an old 12-inch adjustable steel wrench to cause superficial injuries to my left knee. I struck my knee a dozen or more times, enough to cause redness, abrasions, and bruising, and limped into the local emergency room.

I explained to the doctor and nurses that I had tripped and fell down walking out of the back door of my house and struck my knee on the steel covering of an underground septic tank.

My story was believable enough. I received x-rays of my knee, a prescription for pain medication, and crutches. I was discharged from the emergency room with a doctor’s letter releasing me from work for about one week.

Another way I was able to get out of working was to intentionally make myself sick. I remember while taking a shower before my shift I was thinking about the many ways I could get out of working.

While I was putting on my ballistic vest, uniform, boots, and duty belt, I thought to myself, “I’m going to get out of working by binge eating and making myself vomit.” I constructed a plan to visit the local Burger King drive-thru while traveling to work.

I ordered a bunch of breakfast food and made sure I washed it down with a large soda and a large orange juice. I was about to pass the local McDonalds and thought to myself, “Two is better than one.” I quickly binged what I purchased and proceeded to work.

I arrived at work and upon exiting my vehicle I played the role of the sick employee. I walked into the police department and made myself vomit in the bathroom. I made sure the bathroom door remained open so that anyone walking by could see or hear me. I was immediately sent home.

Another way I dangerously coped was drinking and driving.

Prior to attending any type of social event, even as simple as going to the grocery store, I would consume alcohol. I would travel to a nearby gas station and purchase many small bottles of liquor containing about 1.5 ounces of whiskey, vodka or whatever I could afford at the time.

I would immediately consume the alcohol in my vehicle prior to traveling to my destination. I tossed the empty bottles in the back of my vehicle or out the window while I was driving.

I would rationalize that it would take about 30 minutes for me to feel the effects of the alcohol and by the time I was impaired I would have arrived at my destination. I was very fortunate that I was not arrested for drinking and driving or even worse, killing someone.

I used casual sex as a coping strategy and to distract myself from my emotional discomfort and pain. I would meet women and sometimes within 30 minutes we would have sex.

Although this type of sexual behavior was risky, self-destructive, and caused me stress and anxiety, it was not enough to convince me to stop. I wanted an instant feel-good escape from my life and casual sex provided that for me.

Another dangerous and unexplainable way I coped was putting my duty weapon to my head. My duty weapon during my critical incident was a Glock 22 Gen 4 – 40 Caliber. I put my duty weapon to my head at least a dozen times. Sometimes I even placed the barrel in my mouth. I would always remove the magazine, but the round from the chamber could still be discharged. I very easily could have accidentally killed myself. I did this while I was under the influence of alcohol.

I still do not truly understand why I did this and sometimes wonder how many times it happened while I was blacked out from excessively consuming alcohol. I am very fortunate to be alive.

I suffered in silence for many years after my critical incident and I am ashamed for the ways I poorly coped. I find it hard to believe that nobody realized or even had a gut feeling that I was not doing well.

I could not have been that good at hiding my poor coping strategies, or was I? I have always wondered if people were slowly watching me self-destruct because they did not know what to say to me, how to help me, or they simply did not want to get involved.

I was diagnosed with a mental illness in January 2022 and deemed unfit for duty by the police department’s psychologist. I was granted a 90 day leave of absence and began intensive therapy two and three times a week.

This therapy included in-person psychotherapy, Eye Movement Desensitization Reprocessing (EMDR), Biofeedback, and Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT).

I was finally undergoing treatment that helped me heal and understand why I’d adopted poor coping strategies such as self-medication. I only wished I would have begun this therapy five years earlier, but it was better later than never.

In May 2022 my leave of absence was not extended and I was given the option to resign or be terminated from the police department. I refused to resign and was terminated.

I continue weekly therapy that includes inperson psychotherapy and EMDR. I am also prescribed Lexapro and Propranolol that help me with my depression and generalized anxiety.

I have been able to move past my poor coping strategies because of the support I receive from family, friends, therapist, girlfriend, and my current employer and co-workers.

I would not be where I am today without their support. I am very grateful and will never be able to put into words how much their support means to me.

Please reach out to someone if you believe they are struggling with their mental health.

I know it may feel awkward or uncomfortable, but most people will not admit they are struggling, and most people will not reach out for help. You could be a light during a very dark time in their life.

Adam A. Meyers is a Certified Peer Specialist who lives in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. His experience of killing a suspect as a police officer plagued him with feelings of guilt and trauma, and led him to found Stop the Threat — Stop the Stigma in 2020, an organization devoted to eliminating the stigma around speaking about mental health in a profession often linked to facing fears daily and carrying on. More information about Stop the Threat — Stop the Stigma is available at its website:

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