I work with adolescents in a psychiatric hospital.
99% of my day I work harder than my clients.
Sometimes I make appropriate connections.
I’m an okay therapist.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.
A lot of the time I don’t know what I’m doing.
I am 100% certain I care too much (if that’s an actual thing) and that this will cause me to leave this field in a fit of emotion and heartbreak one day.
I cry a lot with my job. For my clients.
I’ve spent the majority of my day crying.
At my current job I have felt as if I have failed one kid so far.
I currently feel like I am failing another.
It doesn’t get easier.
Telling me to reframe that is not helpful.
For this population, I firmly believe that the best way to encourage change is to foster meaningful, healthy connection and just being available when they need you.
That’s hard to do.
I was spit on today and called a bitch.
Of all the things that I am frustrated with today, those two things aren’t even on the list.
Sometimes caring is not enough.