Summary of my day working on a psych unit:
*me reciting* I will not react. I will not react. I will not react. I will not react. I will not react.
* A mentally ill kid threatening to fight me, cursing at me, calling me all kinds of names and intimidating me even though I used to have anger issues and have had therapy for it*
I am the master of my emotions.
*kid threw my papers on the ground*
They are a child. They are a literal child.
*kid advances on me and calls me a bitch*
It is not about me. It is not about me. It's not about me
Just trying to get through my day at this point. I don't think I have the capacity to keep doing this care.





















