February 7, 2022
It is the end of what I thought was going to be a long day. I fully intended to post little updates to twitter. It wasn’t that bad: I got a really nice dinner yesterday, and a thoughtful present from my colleagues. Yesterday felt like I was spiraling. My annual crisis reared its ugly head. This year’s thought was “What is going to be on my obituary?” My husband did his best to not roll his eyes at me but I interpreted his long drawn out breath as the same gesture. He is convinced that I am torturing myself, because he doesn’t think like this. Here is how I got here. This week I reached a career milestone. I completed my consultation hours for the trauma protocol that I will be certified in (see below for an explanation). Which lead me to consider what is next for me after I Read more…