Through a quagmire of grief

I found peace and a degree of happiness

In the spring of 1993, Karen Fisher, my therapist died. At that time, I'd written the book with a great splash--including receiving hundreds of letters from other survivors. My book had changed their life.

The problem was, I had lost mine. In my grief, that's how it felt. I felt that I'd lost my entire family, my lucrative job, many friends and then I l…