20 mustard yellow charts sat on my desk, all needing to be approved for compliance. I had meeting with clinicians to review cases - cases being people who were struggling and really depending on our agency to help them. There was a complaint at the front desk that I needed to respond to as well as staffing questions. Really? This was it? This is what I spent all my time in school for? I loved the people I worked with, but the work itself was getting so hard.
I remember dreaming about my work. I never envisioned private practice really. I just envisioned the people and being in a room with someone, holding something so sacred that no one else was privy to. I remember wanting to simply help.Read More