Loneliness and suicides are spiking. We have to confront the conversation.
Fifteen years ago I wanted to die.
I suspect that talking to your inner child is not something most males are comfortable with. Lawyers can be even more closed off to that process.
Winter 2004. Las Vegas. Miami. Los Angeles. All places that hide my secrets. Drugs delivered to my hotel room in Vegas. Coke deals done with quick hand-to-hand exchanges under the cover of darkness just feet from the calming waves of
I often hear that resilient people, like great salespeople, are born not made. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I found myself losing hope every time I refreshed the John Hopkins COVID map.
We allowed our father to pass with as much dignity as is possible under the relentless assault of advancing dementia
I’m probably not the first law student to argue their first-year moot court intoxicated, but I’m probably in an elite group in that regard.
My quest to maintain a lifestyle wrapped around drugs and alcohol, dragged me down to become someone I never dreamed I’d be. An unethical lawyer.