I never wanted a war. I never wanted lawsuits, retaliation claims, or to become a whistleblower. I never imagined my name would be attached to federal filings or advocacy networks. All I wanted was to help build a great neurology clinic — one that expanded access, delivered excellent care, and truly served the community. When I arrived, I was hopeful. I was motivated. I was ready to pour myself into patient care and help grow services that would change lives. The Dream vs. th

When I opened the termination letter from Bon Secours, most people would expect me to crumble. Instead, in a strange, fierce way, I felt relief. Relief because I was finally out of a workplace that treated safety like a performance metric and punished anyone brave enough to ask for basic accommodations. Relief because I no longer had to choose between my health and feeding myself. Relief because the slow, institutional strangling had finally stopped. But that relief came with