Fragility

I always cherish, deep in my heart, the special therapeutic bond that I have with my beloved trainees. As you might already know by now (for the old-timers), this close bond is my primary vehicle that I use to influence positive changes in them on their road towards recovery.

The past 2 months or so have been difficult. Very difficult.

I must confess that I have not given enough time and labor in sowing the seeds that would bring about a closer relationship with them. The 2 weeks of annual leave in December in addition to the immense volume of outstanding administrative work have successfully robbed me of precious therapy time spent with them, much to my utter despair.

Within the same time frame, several trainees have incidentally turned against me for various reasons, 1 of which involves a very serious criminal allegation. Thankfully, most of the matters were resolved very quickly, and the therapeutic relationship with the trainees involved were not only restored, but strengthened too. However, there remains 1 matter unresolved, with its consequences threatening to spill over to destroy the already fragile bond that I have with all my trainees and even co-workers. Intervention (and investigations) from senior authorities were beyond disappointment and shock; I am left alone to fight this uphill task that seems immortally difficult. But life goes on.

Were I to give up?

Were I to flee?

To greener pastures

But what's there for me?

Hearts to heal

Lives to mend

Come what may

I've been sent