The life transition I’m currently embroiled in is, I suspect, like the tide: I’m already caught in the undertow but don’t really appreciate what it means. Fortunately as a Maritimer, I know to let the undertow pull you out a ways from the shore and then swim perpendicular to it to avoid the worst of its effects. I’m pretty ready to start swimming.
Can we medicalize our relationships that much more? Perhaps. Should we? Probably not. Will that stop us? Unlikely.