So this past week was very difficult for me. I had to face a lot of different challenges; financial setbacks that were TOTALLY out of my control, situational depressive feelings, overcoming fears of failing, and the struggle with being a responsible adult.
However, my biggest challenge came on Friday where professionally I just felt like a complete failure. This is very rare for me, because I really believe in the work that I do and I believe in myself. It was difficult though to come to the conclusion that both clinically and spiritually there was nothing I could do for my client. I can't disclose what happened, but as a community social worker I just felt very defeated in trying to keep the ethical balance of my client's right to self-determination and ensuring my client's safety. To see the amount of suffering that my client was pushing down internally, while visibly seeing the horrible conditions that I could not physically change; all of these things just lumped up in my throat as I fought to remain professional, empathetic, and rely on my active listening/attending skills as my client expressed his resilience that seemed very puzzling to me.
I drove home in silence and tried to let my spiritual music play and center me. It was a very difficult thing to handle to feel like all of my efforts didn't help change my client's situation. We ended the session/visit both agreeing at least on the surface that we have done our best. I wanted to punch a wall, cry out in frustration, and question everything; but instead I put on my social worker face and decided that once the client was safe and had supports in place we would approach it from another angle next time and try for a stronger outcome that fit the client's goals and not my own.
I can't tell you how numb I was by the time I was able to attempt to engage my family and be present with them. I wasn't present, but I did my best to mask the darkness that had enveloped me as I reflected on the tough week and the future challenges. I tried looking on the bright side and even realizing that someone else was having a worse day than I was.
Then I realized it was OK to acknowledge my feelings and work through them.
So after I got my family to bed and into rest, I stayed up watching Grey's Anatomy and Scandal.
So...






