Beverly Joyce

Aug 17, 2024 | sports.yahoo.com | Beverly Joyce

Aug. 17—I've felt a little down this week. It was like I was missing something positive from my day. I was getting up, going to work, coming home to the normal routine; so why the void? And then last night, it hit me. I'm having Olympics withdrawal. Anyone who knows me knows I've never been a super athlete or super fan. I did not compete in sports in high school. I don't golf or run. I do love taking nice long walks, and I love watching the NFL (especially my Colts) each year.

Apr 5, 2024 | kevinmd.com | Beverly Joyce |Janet Tamaren |Gary Call |Julie Craig

At the lowest depths of burnout, I was a “disruptive physician.” I got away with a lot. I frequently lashed out in anger with inappropriate comments to nurses and staff. I yelled at my husband and my kids. I was in full “victim” mode and I let everyone know it. As an OB/GYN, I was available to my patients 24/7/365. This was the way it was in my private practice. I didn’t push back because, initially, I loved it. I had full control over the medical decision-making with my patients.

Feb 1, 2024 | kevinmd.com | Beverly Joyce |Ronald Halweil |Naomi Tweyo Nkinsi |Judy Salz

An excerpt from The Birth of Joy: A Female Physician’s Healing Journey through Childhood Trauma, Midlife Burnout, and the Rediscovery of Passion and Purpose. As an OB/GYN, I had found my calling. I loved delivering babies, performing surgery, and the long-term relationships I built with my patients. But I became irritable, angry, and resentful. My life became my work–at the expense of my family and myself. My work was my identity. My pager would buzz and my heart would pound.

Jan 18, 2024 | kevinmd.com | Beverly Joyce |Jay Wong |Steven Zhang |Ryan Karmouta

Journaling was never my thing. I would buy a pretty journal with great intentions of writing in it regularly. I would write in it daily for a week or two, then forget for a few days, and then forget about it altogether. When I started writing to process some emotions about my mother and my relationship with her, my journal writing was meant to be a brief and cathartic exercise. Surprisingly, when I began writing, the words just flowed out of me. And suddenly, I was writing every day.