03/15/2026
What I wish I knew when I became a social workerâŠ
Was that the hardest part wouldnât be the stories I held for others.
It would be the ones I wasnât allowed to tell about myself.
I wasnât prepared for the way trauma lingers, how systems reward your silence but punish your boundaries.
I didnât expect to feel so alone in a room full of helpers.
And I definitely didnât expect to spend so many nights asking myself:
âIs it me? Or is the system broken?â
Spoiler: itâs not just you.
If youâre a teacher, therapist, nurse, or social worker whoâs quietly falling apart while holding everyone else up,
I see you.
And you deserve to be held, too.
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