We are measuring the wrong things. The end result is a disservice, even far as injustice to the people we are paid to assist and support.
After quitting my job as a social worker at a supportive housing site, I still often miss and think of my former clients.
What I have learned from doing social work is that society requires us to put trust in so many things and allow ourselves to be vulnerable, and most times, we just take it all for granted.
Some months ago I met someone and I discovered love and happiness. It's awesome, but it's also really scary, and reminds me of the fear that fictional character Dr. House grappled with, the fear of happiness.
Unable to sleep having drank too much coffee earlier in the day, I reflect about how my workplace has pay equity.
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