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A while ago I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about a client. I had done a suicide assessment with them earlier that day, and I couldn’t get them out of my mind. The anxiety and irrational fear wouldn’t leave me alone long enough for me to fall back to sleep, so I just waited and tumbled and spiraled.

“What if they hadn’t been truthful?”

“Did I miss something?”