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/
The Weary Healer
APRIL 18, 2020 ~ THE DRABBLE
By Mark Tulin
I don’t want to be a healer anymore.
I grew weary of helping people,
massaging and soothing a troubled spirit,
absorbing their pain and suffering,
and spending years redirecting them
to a manageable change.
I don’t want to be a therapist anymore,
sitting across from a client who distorts the world
and help them out of crisis mode
from a one-hour session to the next.
I want to take care of my woes,
treating my wounds and hurts
and befriending my child-within.
I want to find a sense of place,
discovering the joys in life,
and getting good REM sleep.
Crow On The Wire 
Such a beautiful poem…
Thank you, Luisa.
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.
It sure can. After a while, we start absorbing their stuff.
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.