Do you want to tell us a little bit about that? About when that happened and the details of it?

Yeah.

So I was, as you mentioned, I'm a lawyer.

I've been practicing for almost 20 years now, which is a little bit wild.

And I was a young lawyer.

I was maybe a three or four year call at the time, I'd had a couple of bad concussions.

And those concussions really shook my foundations and kind of destabilized me in a way that I had not experienced before.

And then like, it feels like it kind of comes to another head and those perimenopause years where we stopped giving quite so many fucks, but yeah, There's that sense that we get to the point where like, wait a minute, whose life am I living? And like, why? Why am I doing all this? Is it me that I'm fulfilling by pushing and being self-sacrificing and putting myself last always and ignoring my body? Or is this like a myth I've bought into?