I was a psychologist practicing in Los Angeles, specializing in reproductive and maternal mental health, grounded by the knowledge that I had brought to fruition a passion of mine aiding any of the one in four women who will experience a miscarriage, pregnancy or infant loss. I had a private practice, a husband, a toddler and a second child on the way. I had the freedom and luxury of working on my own, untethered by the burden of that work holding any kind of personal resonance, grateful for the balance I had struck. I could separate my work life from my personal life… until I couldn’t.

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