In fact, I’m not even sure how long it’s been since I sat down to write something that wasn’t work-related. But I have missed it. I realize there is something therapeutic for me in writing.

No apologies. When I see patients that are feeling guilty about having been a crummy patient and not taking care of themselves in the past I tell them this:

There’s a reason why your rearview mirror is this big [..] and your windshield is this big […………………………………….]. We move forward.

I’m moving forward. Hopefully I’m a little more consistent with my therapy as I do.