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THE DAY MY executive career landed me in the emergency room was the moment I knew I wasn't being true to myself. There I was in a hospital gown, staring at the ceiling and listening to the whir of machines monitoring my vital signs. Out of the corner of my eye, on a chair near my bed, I saw my favorite coral blouse, which had been cut open by EMTs less than two hours before.
I was 34 years old, working in