Today was a really hard work day. I’ve
done so many intakes in my time as a professional, and even in my time as at my
current job, I’ve done “worse” intakes. But for some reason, this intake I did
this morning, really threw me. To the point that I asked the program director
to take an intake we had that afternoon b/c I couldn’t do it and when she said
she wasn’t sure she had time, I started to cry pretty hardcore.
And then we had our speak out group,
which is actually my favorite part of the week, but I left it feeling so
overwhelmed and upset and so many other words I can’t express. The one thing I
knew was that I couldn’t go home after that kind of 11 hour day. I just
couldn’t. I didn’t fully know what to do or where to go, but I decided to see
if V. was free and thank goddess she was. And that L. lives with her. I needed
to go somewhere I felt safe and secure and like the world wasn’t completely
full of awful, horrible people and experiences. I feel very, very, very blessed
that I could sit on V’s bed and watch as she unpacked all her stuff. And that’s
what we did. We didn’t talk all that much.
She unpacked. I sat. She unpacked some
more. I gave suggestions and sat some more. And I really don’t know what I
would have done if that wasn’t a place I could go. I didn’t need to talk; I
didn’t want to talk. I just needed to be near safe people. And it made all the
difference.
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