Home and work, work and home . . .

The boys at work are on the mend. I have taken some time for me to recover. Yes, sometimes my work comes into my home. I don't usually bring it home, per say, it usually just drops in by way of phone call or text.

These particular young men have done some deep hard work in therapy. There is a big investment here. They are so used to those close to them abandoning them whenever they mess up, that it is crucial for those of us working with them now to teach them that they are of worth. That they can succeed by making good choices. This is not easy. The youth I work with have been hit, yelled at for being a normal child, told they are stupid, called worthless, and on and on. All of them have some kind of trauma that we work through. They are all good kids who make bad choices. They have many examples in their life to teach them the best way to make poor choices.

They are very strong youth. They have survived some horrific childhoods to their own drug use. Some do not have family there for them. We become their family in our transitional living center. So when one of my young men need me, I go. fortunately, it doesn't happen like that weekend very often.

I do take time to do things for me. Like read blogs; get my nails done, receive a fabulous massage, hang out with the big man in my life (aka the Mr.), and go shopping with my daughters.

So far work has stayed at work this last week. Yay.