It’s been a little while since I’ve posted. I’ve been focused on my social media accounts, living and dying with my retweets and follower counts as if they mean something important.
I care about how emotional issues can make social workers better at their jobs. If that resonates with you, welcome.
Like everyone new to social media and blogging, I’ve struggled to find my voice. I’ve labored over long, exhaustively researched articles only to realize you prefer personal, emotional essays. Doesn’t matter; I’ll keep writing both. I’ve written as if I’m an individual person or a company or a nonprofit, aping social media accounts I admire. At the end of the day, I’ve realized I can only be myself.
So let me tell you who I am.
I’m a social worker – at least I usually am. My bosses have “suggested” I take medical leave, which I’m doing now.
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They noticed I have severe depression (and anxiety), which impacts my work. For the better and worse. This blog is for writing about that.
I’m a guy writing from my apartment, which I find impossible to keep clean. I love my two dogs. I don’t get out enough.
I believe mental illness can be destigmatized, that it’s possible to start a national conversation about emotional wellbeing focused on everybody achieving wellness, and after believing that I usually masturbate and take a nap.
I’m interested in how things intersect. In particular, I care about how emotional issues can make social workers better at their jobs, in addition to making their jobs harder. If that resonates with you, welcome.
I have high hopes and dreams, despite not having my own shit figured out.