Tonight, I won’t be in bed alone. It’ll be overcrowded with demons from my failure as a dean, from my failure as the director of a forensic lab, and even as a failure as an adjunct professor.
I do feel it is healthy to let yourself feel the loss and the psychological journey through the resulting depression. But there also comes a point where you just have to move on
I couldn’t do it, but I’m sure that you can. Don’t let my failure dissuade you from trying if you want to try it. I fell twice: no scrapes, no bruises and no breaks.