It has been almost two weeks since I stopped seeing my patients. I believe I am, somehow, ready to talk about it. Or in reality, to write about it. Talking can be an extra hard exercise at times.
I had a wonderful experience at my workplace, from my very first phone interview with my boss to my last meeting with my supervisor. I was accepted just the way I am, with all my “buts”, and I felt extremely welcome at all times.
I like new beginnings, I believe they always bring you many opportunities and they are necessary for your growth and the growth of those around you, as difficult as it can be.
But oh God, after a whole year working there, I am going to miss so many things. I am going to miss my patients, and all the time spent with each one of them. I am going to miss my supervision sessions and all my supervisor’s insights. I am going to miss getting emails from my boss reminding us about the meetings, about being careful with the weather, about holidays zoom meetings coming. I am going to miss the group meetings where the CBHI director was always trying to brighten things up. I am going to miss all the fun times, and the not so fun, that I had.
I have listened to many bad experiences job-related so I just wanted to share how good mine was for people to remain hopeful and be able to embrace the light of those ones out there willing to share it.
I have been a little sad the past days missing all this and more, but today and now I am just grateful because I am enduring the nostalgia of something beautiful that I had with my job and I just wish for everybody to find places with as much kindness as the one I received at mine.
Special thanks to Gabrielle, my sweet boss, and her lovely gift. I will make myself sure to live up to the love and joy that the daisy flower invites me to.
