Healthy Aging Magazine

After decades leading an addiction recovery center I had poured my heart into, I experienced a seismic shift after stepping down from the role that had defined me.

For years, my identity was etched onto the nameplate on my office door, secured by a designated parking space and defined by the title “Founder.” I had been the healer,

the one with the answers, the person people sought out.

Then, almost overnight, the world went quiet — the nameplate was gone, the parking space was for someone else, and the healer became the wounded one. I was left

asking the same question many of us face after a long career:

Who am I now?