I entered the field of psychology by default and “wounded”, determined to help others avoid the suffering I was experiencing. Early in my career, I sought personal therapy and thought that maybe the rigor of a Master’s degree was what I needed to get better, however, the emotional pain shifted to a burdensome burned out and inconsolable mental anguish and body pain. I left the field concluding that it was hopeless, that something was sorely missing, and I was convinced I would live the rest of my life with panic, anxiety, and depression. I could not even think of certain events without sobbing. How could I help others when my own life was such a mess? Read more...