overdose

I’m an Urgent Care Doctor. A Year into the Pandemic, I’m Running on Empty.

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And yearning to regain a foundation of wellness amidst the relentless, endless layers of my grief.

Grief Bacon: Pressuring Myself

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My husband's hands were the cool compress that soothed my migraines. After his opiate overdose, I'm struggling to replace his healing touch with my own.