Poetry

The Weary Healer by Mark Tulin |The Drabble

I don’t want to be a healer anymore. I grew weary of helping people, massaging and soothing a troubled spirit…
— Read on thedrabble.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/the-weary-healer/

Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

6 comments on “The Weary Healer by Mark Tulin |The Drabble

  1. Such a beautiful poem…

  2. Having been told that I am empathetic and the unofficial ‘agony aunt’ for most of my friends this strikes home. It can be exhausting at times.

  3. Your intriguing post struck home. I had a friend who was a therapist, and he retired early. He felt overwhelmed by his clients’ issues. Apparently, suicide among therapists and doctors are quite high. I can’t imagine the weight one carries hearing and trying to fix other people’s issues. Ones own problems are a burden as it is.

    • I sometimes think there should be special benefits for health care workers. More vacation time, mandatory counseling, seeing less patients in a day. Thanks for your input, PR.

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