This was written for anyone who works in the helping fields; education, human services, healthcare. We all feel this way from time to time. It wears on our souls, but we can’t imagine doing anything else with our lives. This is for you.
Sometimes, I wish I was made of steel.
Maybe then, words wouldn’t hurt as much.
Maybe then, the sad stories wouldn’t make me feel like part of my soul is missing.
If I was made of steel, maybe I wouldn’t have this feeling anymore.
This feeling of being helpless,
and knowing there is only so much I can do.
We do what we do because we want to make a difference. We want to help people better their lives. But how can we do that with a broken system?
The paperwork, the bureaucracy, the line in the sand that says “you can’t do that”.
The countless meetings where the same topics are covered, day after day.
That incessant feeling of knowing it’s never going to be enough.
Maybe if I was made of steel, I could separate out my emotions and help without feeling like I’m suffering too.
But our emotions are what drive us.
They are what force us out of bed in the morning.
They are what allow us to continue down this often painful road.
They give us power. They give us strength. They give us compassion. They are the single and only reason we keep striving to make the world a better place.
We fear them, but we shouldn’t.
They give us purpose.