The Great Pretender

5 years ago, my lecturer told me "The theme song for Social Workers is 'The Great Pretender'". I could never fathom what she meant. Now, I can make sense of it.

Today, my colleague asked me "Sandra, 2 years ago, you had the choice to choose to remain where you were or to be transferred to Residential Service right? If you were given the choice again, what would it be?" My immediate reaction was "I would choose to remain put."

I think as much as I always think of the residents first (whether they would be traumatized or not), I have come to realized that I am in the state of trauma myself. For the past month, each time my phone ring, I will be 'fearful' like "Gosh! Is it work again?" I have come to a point whereby the calls and smses I received are mainly work.

Crisis work is honestly, tough. Hard work and heart work. No wonder sometimes I seemed to feel my heart racing faster. In times like these, to be frank, I just wanna take flight. Haa! But holding on and ensuring that I keep close to God or God close to me.

Good night from the Great Pretender.