I lost my job. Sigh, I hate being the cliched American Male who has a crisis of identity because he gets fired. I'll get it figured it out, eventually. Michigan's crappy economy isn't really helping either.
The upside of the situation is that my job was really sucking at the end. The first couple of weeks didn't even feel bad, the relief from stress/pain was greater than the sadness of getting fired.
Trying to decide what I want to be now. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm too emotional to be an addictions therapist, and the same might be true of the mental health side of therapy, too. I can't seem to build a strong enough emotional boundary, one that would keep me from getting drained by my client's pain. It happens a lot in this field, but I, just like everyone else who discovers this, never thought I'd be one of "those therapists" with no stamina.
Any suggestions? Rodeo clown sounds like fun.