just some random thoughts and feels I had as I reflect on being a social worker in U.S. in a time like this.
Having been a social worker at a supportive housing site for over 2 years, I reflect on how that's been like for me.
From what I've read, I fit into a personality type that's never fully satisfied at my current lot in life and I'm always going to be anxious to move onto the next big chapter. I'm not sure how accurate that is, considering how fortunate and privileged I feel to be where I'm at right now.... Continue Reading →
It's been a minute since I last wrote. I have a lot of thoughts and emotions to put down so here go my typing fingers. The saying is that time heals all wounds. It makes a lot of sense to me, and I want to believe in it. Over time I've come to acceptance with... Continue Reading →
I'm left struggling with this notion that working for a cause can mean sacrificing and betraying your family
"It's still just a week though. I've barely got my toes wet. Not sure how long it'll take for me to feel like I can confidently say I'm a social worker. At this point, I'll admit I'm far too inexperienced."
originally written on June 10, 2015 By the title of this post, I'm not referring to my American (and now my legal first) name "David" as that's a name my dad assigned me when I was 10 mostly because not many people could pronounce the name my dad decided on before I was even born,... Continue Reading →