Right Place, Wrong Time?

I have, in this last year, started a job which I had dreamed of doing and suits my personality perfectly. But, as with everything, there is a catch – my job is what I call ‘mental health heavy’. By this I mean I am dealing with mental ill-health almost daily, and in children.

This can range from conversations about depression to dealing with children who are attempting to take their lives. Having been one of these children, I have a deep passion in me to help these kids, but it’s detrimental to my own mental health and quite often sling-shots me into obsessing over what I have and still struggle with.

3 months into the job and after quite a significant event in which a child attempted suicide, I completely broke, more so than I ever had before. I could not stop thinking about my experiences when I was that…