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I have so much of you in my heart.
— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via confusingmisery)
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Thank you burnbookx and freelasoul


Thank you burnbookx and freelasoul


What I really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. And that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. I hope you do what’s right for you. Hold on. Slow down. And breathe in. Your age is your age. But more importantly, your life is your life. Don’t change your journey so that it matches someone else’s. We need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. Revel in the differences. And enjoy where you are.

…because I’m a twenty-something, (via aurelle)

Thank you. I needed to hear this!!

(via yesdarlingido)

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A day in the life of a clinical social worker

6:40am- First alarm goes off. Contemplate whether or not you should get up and wash/blowdry your hair or go back to sleep. Set alarm for 7:30 because you realize you work with the homeless and you are not trying to impress anyone anyways.

7:30am - snooze alarm. Think of ways to avoid working. Come up with nothing.

7:40am - actually get out of bed. Throw on a V-neck and Toms and send good morning text messages to the ones that are important in your life. Get a snapchat selfie from your favorite. Read your emails and convince yourself it’s going to be a good day. Realize you don’t need to convince yourself because you really like your job.

8:15amarrive at work 15 minutes late. No one notices. Find a homeless client sitting outside your office. Get yourself together and put a smile on. Talk to client about the program criteria and use your intuition to decide whether or not you feel comfortable with him sitting inside before your assistant gets in. 

9am- First psychosocial assessment of the day. Pass the tissues because the client is crying as they tell you about how bad their living situation has been. Display empathy. Use strength’s perspective if it gets too bad. Offer client a move in date. Type notes.

10am- Return phone calls. Leave a lot of messages for case managers. Expect a lot of numbers to be out of order.

11am- First move-in arrives. Organize paperwork. Complete drug test. Show family their new home. 

12pm- Time to eat lunch. Lunch gets interrupted when you get a crisis phone call. Your client’s mother was in a domestic violence situation this morning. Talk her down. Hang up. Feel a little broken hearted when you think about the pain in her voice. You spend a few minutes processing how scared she probably is.

1pm- Talk to your assistant.She’s always more aware of what’s going on and she tells you about the day’s events. Get filled in on who needs to talk with you. Realize you’ve got more work than you thought.

2pm- Spend time with a client who is becoming severely psychotic. Listen to his story about how there is a cell phone chip that went in to his belly button that allows him to take pictures with his eyes at which time he sends them to a man who he thinks is the president. Let him ramble for a few minutes more than you know you should because he is so interesting and you like to hear his stories.

3pm- get text message from a client that is suicidal.  Realize you need to go to her house (just so happens this is the daughter of the mom that called at 12pm).

4pm- Arrive at home of suicidal client. Talk her down. All is well.

6pm- Head home. Realize you worked two hours later than scheduled. Whoops, you didn’t get a chance to eat all day. Think about all the documentation you need to write. Contemplate mandatory reporting laws.

7pm- Breathe. You did everything you could. Go take care of yourself.




'Let me go, I don't wanna be your hero'.

My soundtrack for today.

Turning 25 feels….. weird. 
How did I get here so fast? 

Turning 25 feels….. weird. 

How did I get here so fast? 

If I told you I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at, I’d be lying, because I have no idea where I am right now.
— ― Jarod Kintz (via psych-quotes)
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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

— Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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This weekend

You’re told that you’re in your head too much, a phrase that’s often deployed against the quiet and cerebral. Or maybe there’s another word for such people: thinkers.
— Susan Cain, Quiet (via larmoyante)
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