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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.
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Why Social Workers Are Always Tired Even After Time Off
Time off was supposed to help. I took days away, changed my routine, even slept more—but the tiredness stayed. It wasn’t the kind of fatigue rest could touch, and that’s when I realized something…
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How Being Inarticulate Made Me Doubt Myself
The doubt didn’t start with the experience itself — it started when I couldn’t explain it cleanly. Not having the right words slowly made me question whether what I felt was reliable at all.
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When I Stopped Trying to Explain
After enough misfires, explanation started to feel unnecessary. Not because the experience faded, but because words kept arriving as weaker versions of it.