My own insecurities I guess. There are days that I feel like I am making some small difference in the world - or at least in the lives of others. Then there are the ones that trigger me. I am then sitting across someone with abuse issues trying to keep everything contained with me that is my own stuff.
Some time in June I had a young lady screaming at me "you don't know what it is to be raped and beaten! You don't know what it is like to be molested!". I kept it together for the whole time but afterwards I had to walk off the frustrations. Her anger and hurt had somehow touched my own and I wanted to scream some of that at someone.
I love/hate my job. I debate leaving often but something keeps me there. Bills?