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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.
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The Exhaustion of Holding Other People’s Trauma for a Living
I didn’t realize how heavy trauma could feel until it became part of my daily rhythm. It wasn’t the big moments that wore me down as much as the steady accrual of weight—stories I…
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The Gap Between What I Felt and What I Said
What I felt stayed dense and specific. What I said came out thinner, shaped by what language allowed rather than what experience contained.
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When Caring Too Much Became a Job Requirement
I didn’t know caring too much could become part of the job until I noticed it had reshaped how I showed up everywhere, not just at work. It wasn’t that I loved deeply—it was…
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When My Inner Experience Had No Label
What I was living through didn’t feel abstract or imagined — it just didn’t belong to any name I knew. Without a label, the experience stayed real but strangely unanchored.
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Why Social Work Burnout Feels Different Than Other Jobs
Burnout is talked about like a generic fatigue, but in social work it feels like an emotional presence you can’t see or measure. It doesn’t just tap out at the end of the day—it…