Empathy made my career both wonderful and amazing and awful. I always gave as much time to people as I felt they needed and I could possibly eke out of my schedule which meant I struggled with paperwork and I felt it way too hard when someone didn't like me, didn't care about improving when I knew they could, was in pain, was depressed, was struggling to cope with new onset disability, etc. ad nauseum. I worked many, many hours of overtime because I never was good at ending sessions just because time was up and I didn't have the attention span to do paperwork while treating patients most of the time. It was very hard admitting that I couldn't do it all anymore. The truth is that I admitted this in December after being off work since August. I later admitted that a Medicare change in documentation in April was kicking my butt and I would have run out of the ability to do my job sooner rather than later anyway, a surgical complication just sped things up by screwing up my brain, but admitting I couldn't be good for other people was so intensely difficult because it was all I'd ever wanted.