ABSTRACT
It was the end of March 2008. I was on vacation in Antigua, and I could hardly imagine feeling more fully alive. I was about to take over as sole editor of the journal Psychoanalytic Perspectives in June, after six months as its co-editor. My practice was busy, and I was fit and healthy. The weather was beautiful, the sky crystalline, and I began the day with a scuba dive. In the afternoon, I took a yoga class, after which I had a tennis lesson. Then I planned to go to dinner with my husband and another couple we’d just met.
