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.
“The Weary Healer” was first published on The Drabble.
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I once asked a therapist how she could stand listening to people like me complain day in and day out.
I’m not sure you’d get an honest answer. I had some healthy denial—focused on the positives.
Her answer was that she enjoyed the process of helping people.
There is a good feeling knowing you made a difference in someone’s life. That’s why many therapists stay in the field for years. 🙂
I can’t imagine what it must be like for a therapist. I’ve had some experience with them too, and the one I had seemed to be so well together. Thank you for what you did! It seems to be give you plenty to write about.