Grief and Burnout: The Challenge of Staying Out of Psychiatry
Mad in America
JANUARY 31, 2025
That night, I dont know when, perhaps in October 2024, my sister was rushing me in her car through the night. Earlier in the year, in January of 2024, my father passed away. E very time I put pen to paper about my story I shiver for I do not know what my pen will blacken the paper with. She took me to three in the city, big ones.
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