Q: I've been singing that same song for thirty times now.

I still had work on my birthday. On one hand, I didn’t declare it a holiday for my own indulgence and on the other, it was my own decision to not tell people about it. I made it exceptional for ShariM because this existence is officially my floating vessel at the institute right now. Mind you, I can’t possibly not respond to her friend request on Facebook too, it coincidently came in a day before my birthday. But I told her to be discreet about it, though at times I felt like she was toying with me by the notch during running of sessions. Luckily, I had my patient (whose birthday is but two days ahead of mine) to divert the attention to. By the end of the day, I was stuffed with donuts (frosted and chocolate coated ones) and healthy apricot bars (sour as hell) at the peanut-free zone.

Work has been fun. It is hard work for sure, but when you grouped together with like-minded individuals, it can be incredibly reassuring that it’s the right place and thing to be involved in. Of course, I want to benefit from my experience here and this place is nothing to joke about. Every day is but a learning slope uphill and nothing feels impossible, even if our patient is already twenty and blind from self-injurious behaviors. I wish I can elongate on my perhaps, general statements here, but a written pact has been done to keep things private and confidential. So let’s just say, I suffer from terrible amnesia day in out. Haha^^

High by,
Vonnie S.