Some days are encouraging.
A client brings news of a new promotion or a new relationship and we appreciate the progress.
Even better are the days they recognize new sense of hope and purpose into their life.
Some days are challenging.
I try to calm an escalating conflict between a mother and her daughter to no avail.
I help a family member deliver bad news to the other and brace for the aftermath.
Some days are rewarding while simultaneously filed with sadness.
I share in the joys of a new family member entering the picture.
I walk someone through their grief as a family member has left their life.
Some days are simply trying.
I sit with a suicide note in my hand and read it silently to myself.
I choke back my own tears. They fall anyway.
Every day is a privilege.
The other side of the couch can be a challenging place to sit.
Walking with someone through their toughest moments is a privilege I consider myself lucky to share.
Written by: Kristina Zufall, M.Ed., LPC-Intern