over-the-handle-bars, gravel-in-your-face, I-think-something-is-broken kind of thing. In December, I went through a trial that left me so stunned, I couldn’t work, write, or create.
I was so tired and shook up that I took five weeks of FMLA and did nothing for over a month. Normally, work is something I obsess over; I worry about the other people on my team, my patients, and my caseload in general.
Not this time. This time, I couldn’t have cared less. I finally understood that I was very unwell and that there would be no “quick fix”.Read more on thoughtcatalog.com