“She made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.”
Recently I have felt that I have a lot on my shoulders; I feel that they are supporting not only my own weight but also the weight of others. I don’t feel overwhelmed and exhausted like I can do at times, but I do feel that I am shouldering a lot of additional pressure. Being back at work has had certainly had an impact. My current caseload is difficult and the responsibility to try and improve things that really I cannot fix, combines with stories which tug at my heart strings on a daily basis. I want to be strong. I want to be all things to all people, but I am aware that I have to take care.
It angers me that the world can be so damaging and so difficult for some. It provokes a passion within me to fight for those who can’t do that for themselves, and try to limit some of the harm that is caused. I become absorbed in the snapshots of time that I get with each person and give my all, knowing that I am such a small part of a very large picture. I suppose somewhere I hope that having someone who listens and someone who tries will mean something, So I listen and I try and I carry the weight back to a place and a time where I can let it go. And believe me when I say that I know how lucky I am to have that place.