Many mistakes…and a lot of loneliless.
God knows how broken my father is.
God knows how broken my father is.
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You asked a while ago, what made me want to be a social worker? I have a genuine desire to help other people. There are so many people out there who are in distress, or at a bad spot in their lives. Everyone needs help sometime. I want to bring joy and happiness back into their lives, because I think that is what everyone deserves. Although I really want to help other people, at the same time
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I know that I am going to try and help someone, and depending on the circumstances, I may not always be able to help. I may fail, because of rules and regulations that I will be legally mandated to follow. I think that once I realize that I am not able to help someone, it will kill me. I hate to see people in pain, at the same to realizing that there is not a damn thing I can do about it. This
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is the part of social work that I am worried about. I am hoping that the number of people that I do help with outweigh those that I cannot help. Hopefully this will make my job meaningful, and that I will successfully feel like I can make a difference.
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