WHAT. A. Day.
I can’t disclose any personal info. about my job (Hippa Violation), but DEAR GOD. Unbelievable. I’ve been offered over $60,000 to be a Therapist at another Treatment facility, but I turned it down to stay at my place of work. We’re one of the only Dual Diagnosis Treatment facilities in Southern Indiana. Meaning, it’s my job to be an Addiction Counselor/Therapist not only for addictions, but mental illness/health as well. I not only treat clients for their addictions, but diagnose their mental disorders as well, adding their mental health diagnoses to their charts so the doctor can treat them with the proper medications.
Today. Was. A. Day.
I wish I could go into details, but I’m ferociously protective of my clients’ privacy, AND their rights. So I don’t post much about anything from Work. But today! Honey chile!
Needless to say, I’m having a few shots of Bourbon and an extra cigarette or 5.
Worked 11 hours today; when I was only supposed to work 7. I’m the only therapist there on Saturdays, so not only the clients need me (immediately) while they’re in crisis, but nursing also dumps on me with all of their problems, because they know I’m a therapist and it’s just what I do: I’m an oak tree- a safe place- to unload their stresses, etc. – which they do. In between my Intakes, Psychosocials, Therapy sessions, and Group Therapy. It’s a lot. And today was crazy. It seemed like EVERYONE needed to unload- clients and staff alike- today. I’m exhausted.
Thank God I have the next two days off.
I’m gonna need it. 🤪
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