A set of paragraphs that contains my garbled thoughts for the past few days now.
It sounds like someone's dream getting paid to listen to other people's problems and tell them what to do until you actually listen to people's problems and tell them what to do. If you're a problem solver type of person, expect to hit a wall that patients made for themselves because some of the advices requires lifestyle modification which is something most people aren't willing to change especially when they don't see themselves as part of the problem.
You wouldn't believe how people take their mental health seriously especially the younger ones that seem like it's a fashion statement to have suicidal ideations, granted some people really do have reasonable triggers to get them depressed and be thinking that way. However, there are sets of people out there that think because their friends have it and being suicidal looks cool, they actually FOMO for consult because everyone else in their friend group has it.
I'm not taking suicidal ideations lightly but there comes a time when you've seen it several times already that it just wanes down on the novelty meter.
We're the ones teaching stress management classes but also the first people to get stressed because other people get stressed then it becomes our problem. It's weird because the perception of how we make our job look easy bites us so hard.
The type of patients we tend to attract are sometimes people that are a little bit entitled especially when they think they live with a disability therefore they should have special privileges much like senior citizens, except 9/10 patients that come in are persons living with disabilities so everyone is treated fairly to wait in line.
The other day, I managed to convince someone to have their child undergo surgery despite the risks that they'll get into a coma. Don't get me wrong, I didn't pushed them to make it happen, I just asked what is it that they wanted to happen. Most of the time, people already know the answer but want the validation they made the right choice. They came back looking for me but we didn't meet the next time, instead they just sang praises about how much of a saint I turned out to be hearing their problems to my colleagues.
They attempted to get hit by a truck as the reason for consult the other day and just so happens to be the last patient I was about to give up from seeing but I went to see them anyway. Call it just luck or words of persuasion.
I do have a knack for this job.
I haven't checked the market as much as I used to. Hive went dump so bad and I couldn't find the nerve to care like I used to. Being so preoccupied with real world drama has left me aloof in this space, I want to get active but life happens heh.
I'll try tying Hive thing to the art thing just so I could have an excuse to shitpost some other days. I'm losing focus on several areas but things are going well.
Thanks for your time.