Found this on IG. Internally I was going "!!!!!!!!!!!!!"I am still grieving over many things. It doesn't only have to be death you know. And it's not a straight line.No matter what, I'll always miss the person I've lost or "lost" and it's not the same anymore. Rationally I know things, but emotionally it's different.
Maybe I am too soft.I guess in the case of trying to empathise with a client, then that MIGHT be an asset since I am trying to see what it's like to be in the person's shoes.But I am not dealing with clients. I am dealing with obligations. I am reminded why I didn't want to apply in the first place. But I did, because.. money.
On the way home, thinking of possible things that I can say during an upcoming interview - i.e. what made me interested in helping people. I thought of myself, my early days of being diagnosed and subsequently making friends in the ward which I am still guilty about to this day.I guess I was very burntout when I had to deal with the crisis of "I am at 12th floor."
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