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How Not Being Able to Explain Made Me Isolated
The isolation didn’t come from withdrawal or absence. It came from being present while the core of what I carried remained unreachable through language.
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The Quiet Burnout Social Workers Don’t Talk About:
Everyone talks about burnout like a sudden flame that flares up and then dies down. But in social work it’s more like a slow smolder, something you don’t notice until it has reshaped your…
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When Conversations Missed the Point
The words were exchanged, but the meaning never quite arrived. Conversations kept moving forward while the thing I was trying to say stayed untouched.
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When Social Work Started Affecting My Mental Health
I didn’t notice the shift right away. My mental health didn’t collapse—it thinned, quietly, in ways that were easy to explain away at first. By the time I realized what was happening, it had…
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The Moment I Realized I Lacked Language
It wasn’t confusion that stopped me — it was the realization that the words I needed didn’t exist yet. What I felt was intact, but the language to carry it wasn’t there.
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When My Experience Sounded Smaller Than It Was
What I said reduced what I felt. Each explanation trimmed the edges until something substantial sounded minor, even to me.