I am lying on my yoga mat in heart bench, a block under my upper back, lifting my chest skyward and another, lower one, supporting my head, my feet together, my knees wide. Class is about to start, and I am wondering why I am here. Like many other people in this class and like the hundreds of thousands of people in yoga and meditation classes all over the U.S., I am here because life is hard and complicated, and I want to believe that something can make it easier, can help

I've been reading the many Doximity, Medscape and Kevin, M.D. posts that I receive in my email daily. I read about 'burnout' and depression, about anger at the Maintenance of Certification process, the debate about payment models. I read about the daily struggles with insurance companies (prior authorizations and pre-certifications, and about daily struggles with EMR's (physician overload from logging data and excessive 'clicks' and difficulty maintaining human contact with

A few days ago, I made a call to my neurologist's office. The fourth call about the same issue. I needed my migraine medication and wasn't able to get it. I was almost ready to give up and just give in to having migraines on a daily basis. None of the 'usual' preventative medications have worked for me, so I am on one of the new, hi-tech injectable medications for migraine prevention. It's a once a month injection, and after two doses, I do see a decrease in the number o