![]() ![]() It derailed my plans to become a licensed psychotherapist. Within a few weeks, they compelled me to resign. The students I advised stared at me in curious shock and horror, and my work superiors were less than compassionate about my situation. When I spoke, I looked and sounded like I was drunk. It left me partially paralyzed on my one side, mostly affecting my face. It was one of the most devastating events of my life. You know the expression: “Don’t give yourself an aneurysm.” ![]() ![]() In November 2002, at thirty-three, I was working at a stressful job in a university counselor center. I had to think about it for a few minutes, and the answer took me back to a dark time… “What was the first TV show you ever binged?” I was mentally exhausted, scrolling on social media - wondering what the hell to write about in my newsletter - when I saw a post: I’d just written my way back from burnout and sent Muscle Cub: Bear Camp Book 2 to my editor. ![]()
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