In a word, yes, we therapists are human and are like everyone else subjected to the vagaries of life: divorce, death, illness, etc.
For the better part of my nearly 1/2 century career, I have struggled with the debilitating and often deadly attacks of an exotic auto-immune disease. I have been in and out of hospitals with emergencies, bouts with the grim reaper, mounting disability. These battles, of course, often left me disturbed, sad and depressed.
The impact of my illness is unfortunately quite obvious. I learned early in my career that I had to be transparent not only about the medical issues I struggled with but also the emotional toll on my family and me.
Years ago I had to end my career to deal with the daily complications of a deadly disease. When I was able to return to work, I was a changed man and change therapist, both for the better.
I’ve found that my decades-long illness has sensitized me to all sorts of human experiences which has made me a more empathic, sensitive person whose agony induced misery has made me more fully human.
One of my goals in my work with those on the edges of madness is to discover their humanity and empathy for themselves & others.