The Victory Hangover
...on the question of legitimacy.
Approx. 9min read
I recently wrote a text to my family of origin. To my mother, father, sisters and niece I wrote:
Tonight, I feel proud of the steady, strong, comforting, healthy presence I have been for my family for the past year.
It was January 2nd. I had gotten past the almost inevitable tears of the holidays and was feeling happy and satisfied looking back on my year. It’s been a very challenging and rewarding year that taxed me to my absolute max. And I’d done it all with grace, courage and intense perseverance. It required all of me…all I’d spent the past decade of my Practice building. Well done, me.
And yet…
And yet, the next day, I awoke feeling inexplicably tired, morose, sullen and sad.
