I Thought It Was Responsibility
One of the therapists in our last cohort told me something I think a lot of you need to hear.
Before she joined, she wasn't struggling in the obvious ways.
Functioning. Capable. Cared about her work. Wasn't unskilled.
But even on days off, part of her was still working. Still running through sessions. Still checking... am I really helping them? Am I giving them what they need?
She didn't call it burnout. She called it responsibility.
Here's what shifted.
She said the program didn't give her more techniques... although she learned plenty. What it changed was how she holds the work.
"I learned how to slow down. How to stay present when sessions get intense instead of feeling pressure to intervene. I learned how to tolerate uncertainty without needing to manage it away."
The pull to fix. The pull to rescue. The pressure to have the answer before the client finishes speaking.
Gone.
Not because she stopped caring. Because she found something underneath the caring... a steadiness that doesn't require effort.
"That steadiness creates space for clients to go deeper. Not because I wasn't capable before... but because I didn't have that internal compass to stay fully present without a lot of effort."
But here's what surprised her most.
It showed up outside of work.
"Now when my workday ends, it actually ends. I'm more present with the people I love. I notice what my body is saying... that's enough. And now I listen."
If you've been calling it responsibility... but part of you knows it's something else... this might be worth a conversation. Watch what she says, here.
Warmly,
Esther