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.
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.