04/02/2026
Some days in clinic feel like a lifetime packed into an hour.
You celebrate with someone seeing themselves again for the first time.
You sit in the quiet weight of someone else’s grief that doesn’t have a fix.
You fall behind, feel the pressure, carry the expectations.
And then—out of nowhere—someone looks at you and asks if you’re okay.
It’s a strange, sacred space to hold.
To be trusted with joy, with loss, with frustration, with gratitude—sometimes all back to back, without a pause to process your own.
This work isn’t just what we do—it’s what we carry.
And some days, the emotional whiplash reminds you just how human you are in the middle of trying to care for everyone else.❤️
