“She is strong but she is exhausted”
I know. What a way to start the first blog for third year
psychosocial block. How am I already tired and it’s only been 4 weeks and 2
practical days? Let’s just say that this psychosocial practical block has
brought back a lot of suppressed problems and insecurities form last semester’s
physical prac, as well as come with its own new challenges that has caused some
upset in my very fragile, easily unbalanced psyche.
Fast forward to the night before the first prac day.
Anxiety. Panic attack. Stress. Self -doubt. All of the above. Writing SMART
aims has become a personal nightmare because I seem to confuse absolutely
everything and where it should go, not being specific enough, not having the
correct aim… and don’t even get me started on sub programmes. That is the
equivalent to a horror story in my book.
Fast forward a bit more to the first morning of prac.
Anxiety. Panic attack. Stress. Self-doubt. All of the above. Now I have to see
new clients. Have sessions with them. Have my supervisor observe sessions. Try
not to curl into a ball and start rocking back and forth from the absolute fear
of failing again. And again. And again. As fate would have it, I receive a
schizophrenic patient who I am battling to get through to. Cue more self-doubt
and questioning my worth and ability as a therapist. This was particularly
discouraging as even through the whole negative first semester, the one
positive was always my therapeutic handling, client therapist relationship and
establishing rapport, even with difficult clients.
So where does this leave me now? Contemplating whether or
not to be honest in this blog that you are reading, or sugar coating these
experiences with euphemisms and sarcasm which is how I generally go about my
daily life. As you have likely deduced, I have decided to be honest, brutally
so, about my feelings. It has been quite an ordeal to write this blog, as having
typed it out, means having to stare these insecurities and fears right in the
face. Not being able to shove them back into a box to deal with later, but
rather letting them run rampant, is really daunting. But there is also a sense
of freedom in acknowledging your difficulties on such a public platform. A way
of purging the soul. And so while self-reflection comes with the downside of
laying yourself bare and showing your weaknesses and negative thoughts, it also
allows you to see your strengths and the positives.
I have been placed at a venue with a wonderful group of
students. The group has provided a safe space to express difficulties
experienced on prac, where solutions and ideas can be thrown around, where
resources are shared and where everyone is supportive of one another. I was
eased into the turmoil of psychosocial prac with a seminar in child and
adolescent psychology which really helped get me back into a psychosocial frame
of mind before seeing patients. I have been given a supervisor whose calm
nature is a perfect balance to my anxious self and this really helps me to feel
less anxious and stressed once I get to the venue. I do not feel pressured to
control situations out of my control, such as not being able to access the patient
files, but rather being told that that is just the way it works sometimes. I
was able to see my supervisor run a group with 5 patients, showing how to
include those patients who do not like to be included and how to be firm in
expectations but still a part of the group. This helped with understanding the
expectations when running a group and has made me feel a bit more confident about
the group I am co therapist for on Monday.
I know that this journey is going to be challenging, and
that my biggest obstacle is myself. I need to overcome these insecurities and
fears and regain the self-confidence I know I have somewhere deep down. I have
shown myself countless times that my resilience has been greater than anything
thrown my way so far, and I am not about to let that change. As such, I think a
title change might be necessary. “She is strong but she is exhausted” sounds
very final. As if I have given up. As if I have been beaten. As if my
exhaustion, mental, physical and emotional, has gotten the better of me.
Instead, I choose to hope. Saint Augustine said “hope has
two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage. Anger at the way
things are, and courage to know that they do not remain as they are.”
And as such, I choose to amend my previous title to:
“She is exhausted, but she is strong. And she will not falter
in the pursuit of that which sets her soul on fire.”
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