The therapist who leads the morning women’s group that I observe/co-lead is someone who, since I started here, I have looked up to. She radiates maternal caring and compassion like very few people are able to do, and I have always felt so cared for and safe with her.
Today after group, she sat down with me and told me that she was worried about me all night because she had overheard me answer another therapist’s inquiry into how I’m doing with, “I’m surviving.” (I had decided that was going to be my answer right now because it is honest - I am basically just treading water right now - but could be interpreted as “haha, I’m a busy grad students, but I’m making it through, hahaha.”)
We talked about my schedule and how I’m really struggling to take care of myself and I’m just feeling so overwhelmed. I told her about the pressure I’m feeling from my supervisor here, feeling like I’m not doing enough and that she is disappointed in me and my work. She was able to give me some perspective into my supervisor and her fear that I would look back on this internship and report that I hadn’t gotten enough out of it and that it was a bad experience. So, my supervisor isn’t pushing me to take more clients and work more hours because she expects more of me, it’s because she is worried that I expect more from this experience and she isn’t giving me enough.
I can’t tell you how much I really needed someone to pick up on the fact that I’m not doing well, and how much I needed to hear that what I’m feeling is not accurate and not my fault! It feels good to know that I have safe people here and that it is a safe place where I am allowed to be human.
Deep breath. Moving on. I’m going to make it through.