Now, do I really want to be a therapist?

Why is it that I don't ever see clients that are mildly unhappy and unfairly wealthy?

This is just kidding, of course.

Truth is that I had an intense night at my traineeship. It was just an intake (my first intake since I have been back,) and I thought no big deal, done a hundred of these already.

And the universe taught me the importance of humility and kicked my ass.

Fucking-A, it was really challenging to sit with so much sadness, despair, intense past history and pain. And of course now I doubt if I had done enough suicide prevention. Should have should have would have, and GOD DAMN IT no one has the answer. I pray to God that the client doesn't committ suicide tonight. Oh God, why didn't I committ the client into a hosipital?

Because it just didn't feel right.

No one likes to be locked up in a hospital, and I am not committing a client unless it's absolutely necessary. It is a painful 72 hours that the client has to go through. Strap down.

I am feeling a lot of anxiety. God damn it.

Do I really want to be a therapist?

Like it or not, this comes with the job.