End of Covid Journal Entry

January 21, 2022

Year 3 in a pandemic, my boundaries as a therapist look a little different. Last winter, I read a quote on Insta that said something like, We all need more than anyone can give right now. And it feels the same this year. We are all struggling.

Everyone I’ve talked to – friends, colleagues, clients, family – is depressed, anxious, socially anxious/overwhelmed, fearful, dreading things, or burnt out. There is no light at the end of the tunnel (it feels like…and who knows what is going to unfold).

So…now, I text with my clients sometimes. I tell them that I love them. I tell them that they can call me in a crisis. I remind them of their power and their magic. I don’t hold my Self back. I share stuff about my life with them when it’s needed. I’m a human and I show up as one.

I help some look for jobs. I help others say goodbye to parents who are dying. I just do what needs to be done, as a therapist, mentor, or friend.

I think, “What’s relevant clinically?” And then I also think, “What’s needed to be human here?” In this unprecedented time.

No one has anything to give right now. We are all drained. But I’m getting paid to support people. And because I sleep 9-10 hours every night, drink a shit ton of water, eat food, don’t drink, etc etc etc (aka, mostly hang out with my dog and lay down when I’m not working), I often have some extra energy and love to give. And I fucking give it. And it feels like the biggest privilege of my life. I get so much in return. And I love each of my people so much.

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