Wednesday, August 03, 2011

In Which I Quit

Things have been quiet here for several months. I was limited by my organization's social media policy, to be sure, but I was also limited by my own concerns.

You see, I haven't been happy in my work since January. I survived a brutal weekend on-call, a coworker went on bedrest leaving me and another coworker to cover, and my division continued to use me inappropriately. I can't tell you how many times I learned about a tumor progression or strained family dynamics weeks or months after the fact.

The division saw me as the bill payer and resource keeper. Social work is so much more than that.

Was I able to educate families beyond the division's limited use of me? Absolutely. Was I able to do a lot of good? There's no doubt in my mind.

But I felt like I was drowning there. And in the midst of all this, my old dream of writing resurfaced.

My last day of work was June 30. I can't say that I'll never come back to social work- it is in my blood after all- but I want to see where writing will take me. I'm burned out and need to reacquaint myself with myself.

In the month since, I haven't missed being there at all. I'm infinitely happier. I know without a doubt it was the right decision.

I miss my coworkers and the families I worked with but I'm excited to see what will happen next. I don't regret my time there- it wasn't all bad- but it's definitely time to move forward.

Thank you, dear readers, for all you've helped this blog to be.