Just a few years ago, I was working insane hours to build my practice, under some misguided idea that I was “doing it for my family.”
And then the Universe hit me upside the head with a 2x4.
Stress and those never-ending work hours left me chronically ill.
And chronic illness left me unable to work with patients one-on-one.
Suddenly, the life I thought I wanted — the one where I could provide for my family and do what I loved — was ripped right from my grasp.
I was forced to make a change.