03/28/2026
There’s always one.
The call.
The scene.
The details you wish you could unhear.
The one that doesn’t stay at work…
the one that follows you home, sits with you in silence, and shows up when you least expect it.
In this line of work, you see things most people will never have to imagine. You carry stories that don’t belong to you, but somehow become part of you.
And sometimes, there’s that one…
the one that shifts something inside of you.
If you’ve had a run, a call or a case like that, you’re not weak.
You’re human.
The weight you feel isn’t a failure; it’s evidence that you care, that you showed up, that you bore witness to something unimaginable and still did your job.
But you were never meant to carry it alone.
Talk about it.
Sit with someone who gets it.
Let someone help you hold the weight, even just for a little while.
Because even the strongest among us can be broken by one.
but healing happens when we stop pretending we’re fine.