The first time a client paid me $75 an hour, I was convinced someone in accounts had made a mistake.
I watched my mother lose everything she had worked for — her money, her career, her pension six months from the finish line. She was behind bars, her trial wrapping up the way everyone feared it would, and I was the one left to walk her bankruptcy through the courts from the outside. Her whole…
If you have ever sat in the staff car park after a long shift, opened your banking app, and realised that another year of brutally hard clinical work has somehow added almost nothing to your bottom line — this post is for you.