I can remember a time when I dreaded getting out of bed in the morning. I woke up feeling defeated even before my feet hit the floor. My work life held the illusion of autonomy, but in fact I was sacrificing my vision in support of someone else’s. I felt angry and resentful most of the time. Each day started as it ended, with resistance.…
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