Recovery Counselor

I am a student of suffering

Your demons do not frighten me brother

Your scars do not intimidate me sister

I only ask to be let in



Your hearing voices when no one is talking

Loud aggressive "fightin words"

I am not judging brother

I will not embarrass you sister

I only ask to listen with you



Your court cases are pending

Legal rights threatened

I am not accusing you brother

I will not handcuff you sister

I only ask to stand up for you



Your children are missing

Hurt and abused by your drinking

I am not scolding you brother

I will not punish you sister

I only ask to hug you for your suffering

early recovery

Some of them are like ghosts, haunting the mortal world with their presence and their wits. They play pranks and whisper your name, desperate for a reaction, but absent with meaning. They drift through the halls probing the living for answers. Lost between a time where they began and finished drinking, they search for a savior.

Tamed & Caged

I don't know if it is my youth or just my personality but I cannot stop fantasizing about traveling, meeting new people in different cultures, and writing about these imaginative places I explore and people I talk with.

I am constrained by money, bills, school, latest chosen career path, and rented property. I wonder if I will ever be able to make it happen for myself, if I will ever be able to do some extensive traveling and exploring. With all great problems it usually just takes some tweaking of the mind. Obviously what I am doing with my life right now is far more important and meaningful. I really do love the line of work I am getting involved with, and I really am doing the right thing with my youthful vitality and strength by applying it to studying and earning degrees.

Sometimes it is difficult to tame the lioness inside of me who craves a frontier to explore and conquer on her own, but financial responsibilities and societal pressures lend a helping hand with reinforcing the cage.

First Impressions of working in a Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Center in Hartford

*6 foot tall huge gangster thugs cry too

*Illiteracy truly is a relevant social issue

*Sometimes people who commit crimes just never found a way to express, cope, and find help for the crimes that were committed against them (mostly when they were young innocent children)

*Connecticut, and the U.S. in general really do try to help it's citizens even in the most terrible (and seemingly self-created) predicaments. Whether they are being helped affectingly for their well being or for maximum economic efficiency is up for debate.

*Drug & Alcohol Rehabilitation centers rely (in my opinion) too heavily on medication prescribed by doctors in the facility to treat symptoms of mental distress that chemical abusers have.

*I suspect one reason that substance abusers are put on many medications is to keep them docile and easy to control as they move through the system.

*I suspect that encouraging substance abusers to take several prescribed medications only further demonstrates to them that (any and all) chemical use is a necessary and acceptable practice in their lives.

*People are genuinely good spirited

*Many people who repeatedly commit crimes even after rehabilitative services have been provided to them often do so because of mental disorders that they were born with, or have developed, that are not being appropriately addressed, which make it difficult for them to learn from their mistakes despite the severity or type of consequences they receive for their actions.

*Taking the time to help someone in need can make a difference if not in there life then at least in their day, and if not in their day, at least in that moment. I have helped clients at my internship site complete simple tasks such as filling out forms they cannot read, or finding a number they need to call, and the gratitude they express for doing so is so overwhelming it makes me realize how often I have missed a opportunity to help someone in need and brighten their day.

*Social Work is my calling!

Flirting With Food Ethics

facebook/stalkbook

It's too easy to be a voyeur
The craft has been spoiled
I can garden my love into mania
But it doesn't mean anything to you
Easily mistaken for a browser in your network
My eyes on you are one in five hundred
In this paradise breeding ground for fetish; I gaze, stare, and look
I wish you could catch me because now I wont stop