Happy Monday Morning
Being a therapist has it's ups and downs. This morning I walked into my office and in about an hour was notified that two of my teen clients are hospitalized for suicidal ideations.
I could see where going to the hospital and "escaping" reality is better than living it. When you have a mother who barely takes care of you and who sides with your perpetrator and not you, you can feel like no one will be on your side or ever believe you ever again. Moms are so important.
Being suicidal is something that shouldn't be there every time something goes wrong in life. Having been suicidal before, I know I can say that. I have been in a dark place before to where nothing in my life was going right. I thought to myself, "You aren't worth it. Everyone would be happier if I was gone." Then I realized that life is going to keep getting hard and in order to get through the really bad stuff you have to realize how much good is in the world (which can be very hard in this world).
Thankfully, my mom was there to be with me and protect me and be by my side when he hurt me. She was my rock. I can't even imagine how my clients feel. I really can't. Nor do I ever want to.
If you are a therapist, how do you handle the thought of one of your clients being hospitalized and admitted?
I sometimes feel like I've failed on a therapeutic level. Other times I know it wasn't my fault. Today I kind of feel like I want to adopt them and take them home with me.















