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A coaching client of mine killed herself last week.
No β Iβm not that bad of a coach.
Jokes aside, this really happened.
She was early-30s, a medical school graduate and working doctor who was a βsuccessβ by any societal measure (degrees, income, social status). She was going through a tough, long, not-amicable divorce (if your focus is money, and you want to always have work, become a divorce / custody attorney). She was friendly to everyone, and incapable of having a negative word pass through her lips.
We spent many hours on Zoom calls. I got to know her 6-year-old daughter.
My son turned 18 months old this past weekend. I can only imagine my son having to grow up without one of his parents.
This woman, my client, had postponed our last two calls.
Her message for the first postponement:
βCan we reschedule? Feeling really run down with this latest cold and divorce stuff.β
3 weeks later (after more ignored messages), I sent:
βHelloooooβ¦ still alive?β
Her reply:
βHey, yeah. Have been having a hard time with things. Can we pause for a bit?β
I replied with an 8-minute audio WhatsApp message.
The message, summarized: