I used to take so much pride in my productivity. As a go-getter and trauma survivor, my life was fast-paced and pretty intense. My psychotherapeutic training spanned seven years, during which I juggled caring for two small children, a restaurant management job, attending evening and weekend classes and various volunteer placements. I survived on just four hours of sleep each night, striving to be the best mother, manager, student and trainee I could be, in the hope of providing my children with a better start in life. I’d known what it was like to have nothing, to be fearful and alone. Those memories haunted me and spurred me on. Life was looking up, but it was intense. Eventually, my body said no.
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