Phil_F_NM
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I have a hard job. It's not like previous hard jobs I've had, doing physical labor or working for a tyrant of an editor who became one of my best mentors.
This job is hopefully saving lives. I'm a mental health counselor in a drug and alcohol inpatient recovery facility in Philadelphia, PA. If any of y'all have ever seen or heard of the opioid epidemic here in Philly, you may have seen a touch of what I am working with. All of my residents are medically fragile and have dual diagnoses. They have wounds from injection sites, infections from living unhoused, amputation/s, on top of persistent mental health disorders, all atop recovering from long periods of drug and alcohol use. What I'm getting at is it's mentally taxing and heartbreaking, sometimes. That said, I usually leave work a bit late and I don't feel like I've worked a 9-5 job. I feel like I've listened to people who have a few things in common with me and I've just been there to lend an ear and make a connection. This week was particularly "long" with some difficulties which are not unheard of but infrequent. Every day this week I had the opportunity to ride my bike the 11.3 miles to work and back. Every night this week I've gotten to scrub my brain clean of some of the pain I've borne witness to and just ride. Tonight I stopped on one of the bridges which cross Wissahickon Creek really close to where Henry avenue crosses over the "gorge" if you'd call it that. After working numerous 9 and 10 hour days, with one of the most difficult populations to serve, I felt grateful that I had that opportunity, and that I have the ability and strength to ride to work.

Here's the Rotrax "Shirley" for context on this thread.
Be well, y'all.
Phil
This job is hopefully saving lives. I'm a mental health counselor in a drug and alcohol inpatient recovery facility in Philadelphia, PA. If any of y'all have ever seen or heard of the opioid epidemic here in Philly, you may have seen a touch of what I am working with. All of my residents are medically fragile and have dual diagnoses. They have wounds from injection sites, infections from living unhoused, amputation/s, on top of persistent mental health disorders, all atop recovering from long periods of drug and alcohol use. What I'm getting at is it's mentally taxing and heartbreaking, sometimes. That said, I usually leave work a bit late and I don't feel like I've worked a 9-5 job. I feel like I've listened to people who have a few things in common with me and I've just been there to lend an ear and make a connection. This week was particularly "long" with some difficulties which are not unheard of but infrequent. Every day this week I had the opportunity to ride my bike the 11.3 miles to work and back. Every night this week I've gotten to scrub my brain clean of some of the pain I've borne witness to and just ride. Tonight I stopped on one of the bridges which cross Wissahickon Creek really close to where Henry avenue crosses over the "gorge" if you'd call it that. After working numerous 9 and 10 hour days, with one of the most difficult populations to serve, I felt grateful that I had that opportunity, and that I have the ability and strength to ride to work.

Here's the Rotrax "Shirley" for context on this thread.
Be well, y'all.
Phil