That's the population of people I work with. People who have been through a whole lot of shit in their lives and haven't ended up at a good place in this game we call life. Abused, hopeless...they have no where to go. So yes, I work with the homeless population of my city.
This is day two and already I'm approaching burnout. People are constantly stressed out, crying, and feeling dejected. Where has all my training gone? What of self-care? I'm trainned for this. As if thrown into a burning pot of flames, I feel myself having to develop a thick skin, coat my heart with layers and layers of film to not be drawn into the darkness.
I can do it. I am meant to do this.
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