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… Read more Preparing an exit →
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… Read more a month later, the emotional scar left after a client’s death still feels fresh →
I’m left struggling with this notion that working for a cause can mean sacrificing and betraying your family
I write about my experiences after a tenant on my caseload passed away.
I recently turned 30 and I felt compelled to write and share these reflections
“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… Read more trying to live up to my name →