Iβm finally choosing ME.
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For 2 days now, Iβve been in the Virtual Conference of our Annual Convention for the Psychological Association of the Philippines. This is my third time since I became a licensed professional and a member of the said organization. Recalling the past two conventions Iβve been a part of, I remember being the eager, naΓ―ve, and full of vision rookie professional that I am. I remember dreaming of being able to apply what I learn there in my own professional practice. However, fast forward to today, all I can see is a person who is lost and out of direction. This yearβs PAP convention just hits different. Maybe because its first day is also my last in Ateneo -- my home for the past 6 years and 2 months, or maybe just because.
I have tendered my resignation. After 6 years, I resigned from the place I have once called home. My reasons? One would be, I have come to my senses. From this day on, I refuse to tolerate the disrespect Iβve been getting for far too long already. My kindness and understanding has been abused time and time again but not anymore. I am choosing ME. For my mental health and for my healing, Iβm letting go.
Our profession heals, but how can I give what I donβt have? How can I help others when I canβt even help myself? How can I pour from my empty cup?Β













