I’m in therapy and I don’t care who knows it. When your entire life and world is interrupted by a stroke at the age of 30, a little therapy is quite, quite necessary to figure some things out. Frankly, I think everyone should do some therapy and do a little internal work, but saying that would fall on deaf ears to most people. My therapist, who is absolutely unbelievably amazing, does psychotherapy developed by Carl Jung with me. One component of this therapy is getting to know your inner self, your personal truth. Apparently, I have a rather strong inner self. This is because a year and a half after my stroke, when I could barely walk and barely talk, and despite being told differently by some friends and relatives who didn’t know the truth and who were fooled by outward appearances and who were supposed to have my back no matter what but did not, I left my relationship because there was a constant inner voice saying “this ain’t right.” I had a very good reason to stay put. I was financially secure, now not so much. My life would have been “easy” had I sold my soul and played the appropriate role in front of others. But I couldn’t do it. Even in the state I was in, it made me sick. And that is SO SO SO SO SO not something that I should have had to decide at that time. But I did, so I left. I look back on that now and am kind of amazed that I did that. Listen to your inner voice, people, don’t ignore it.