By Mark Tulin
I don’t want to be a healer anymore.
I grew weary of helping people,
massaging and soothing a troubled spirit,
absorbing their pain and suffering,
and spending years redirecting them
to a manageable change.
I don’t want to be a therapist anymore,
sitting across from a client who distorts the world
and help them out of crisis mode
from a one-hour session to the next.
I want to take care of my woes,
treating my wounds and hurts
and befriending my child-within.
I want to find a sense of place,
discovering the joys in life,
and getting good REM sleep.
“Writing creates an intimacy with the world.” – the writer
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Sometimes the listener needs to be heard. Beautifully said.
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Will also pass this around. 🙂
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I once asked a counselor in the middle of a session how she could stand spending the day listening to people like me complain, day after day. She had a good answer; now, I wonder how she really felt?
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This is such a beautiful poem…
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I know from experience that most therapists try to focus on the positive aspects of therapy. Good feelings come as a result of helping someone to improve their lives. But many therapists need therapy themselves to deal with their own troubles and the stresses of their occupation.
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yes! there is never a better time for self-care….great poem.
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