As a supervisor at a Crisis Intervention Center, I often deal with people when they are at their lowest point. I love my job and there’s nothing more rewarding that making a difference in someone’s life, but hearing the stories from my clients and their families, as well as dealing with all the additional responsibilities that being a supervisor brings, can be emotionally draining at times. The risk of vicarious trauma and compassion fatigue is high. And like any good mental health worker, I recognize that in order for me to effectively help my clients, I must take care of myself.
Guest post: Drumming as Healing
Beautiful early morning beach sunrise! I did some blissful yoga!
Talk about motivation. Legs and butt are my favorite body parts to train! What’s yours?!