As a Social Worker …
I am here to listen,
not to work miracles
I am here to help people discover what they are feeling,
not to make feelings go away
I am here to help people identify their options,
not to decide for them what they should do
I am here to discuss steps with people,
not to take the steps for them
I am here to help people discover their own strengths,
not to rescue them and leave them vulnerable
I am here to help people discover they can help themselves,
not to take responsibility for them
I am here to help people learn to choose,
not to keep them from making difficult choices
I am here to provide support for change.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t but we really are.
Discussions & conversations surrounding social work in recent weeks have been … thought provoking, to say the least. Not sure what the future entails, uncertain about choices & decisions, tired of trying to figure things out.
Still not really over whatever happened earlier this month. Thought I was stronger than that but nope, it’s still affecting me just as much, if not more. I just don’t show it anymore. As much as I told myself to get over it & move on, it’s harder than it seems. Maybe regression of thoughts back to when things were pleasant served as a momentary escape, but when reality hits, it strikes a million times worse.
So much for trusting. And I can only laugh at the ridiculousness of the accuracy of a past sweeping statement, a foretelling prophecy. How bitter, how ironic. Unfortunately, closure is something that I need, and yet, closure is something I’ll never get. But all I want to ask is,