Monday, February 2, 2009


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
--breakable//ingrid michaelson

one of my kids told me today she was thinking about committing suicide.
these are the times I feel completely inadequate.
I have a savior complex a lil' bit.
I want to save everybody which is why I became a social worker in the first place.
I want a save her.
I talked to her mom who is more concerned about what others might think then, the well-being of her daughter.

And I am sick. Your daughter is asking for help. And if she dies her blood is on your hands because you were too damn embarrassed.

I am ill. So, in one regard there is utter disgust.
in another, relentless hope.

the heart is a muscle and like any other will stretch and adjust to the amount of weight and pressure put upon it.

I am not afraid that I am not cut out for this [job, career, stress]
I am afraid that I am.
My heart does not break. It will not shatter. It will go on pumping blood and... bleeding out compassion for the broken ones.

1 comment:

Schumes said...

God bless your work, my friend.