"For the past eight months I have been working as a psychotherapist with dying patients in nursing homes in New York City. It's an unusual job for a psychotherapist — and the first one I took after graduating with a PhD in clinical psychology. My colleagues were surprised. "Why not a hospital? Or an outpatient clinic? Do the patients even have a psychiatric diagnosis?"
The short answer is that I wanted to see what death looks and feels like — to learn from it. I hope that I can also help someone feel a little less lonely, a little more (is there a measure to it?) reconciled."
Only the important things remain. Routines help keep you happy. Old people have the same emotions and fears as young people. Cultivate a connection to something outside yourself. Plan your death.
What working in a nursing home taught me about life, death, and America’s cultural values - Vox
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