I have spent a year and a half at my current job. I experienced a period of extreme anxiety at the start. It has calmed down quite a bit but still leaves me exhausted and dissatisfied. Since starting this job I haven’t had the energy I used to have. Excitement has suffered. I don’t remember the last time I read a proper novel or done actual research, two things that were my bread and butter in the past. Art making has suffered. Cleaning and baking on the weekends have suffered. Trips to the bookstore have suffered. Going to the gym has gone from 4 times a week or more to 2 times a week. There was a period of time I became hyper focused on the litter box habits of my cat, clearly differed anxiety from work stressors. If she is not regular I still get nervous. I had never had panic attacks prior to starting this job, even at my most stressed. I had never had panic attacks. But things are starting to calm now. I am still dissatisfied overall. There are many things I am missing that I had in my previous job. Socialization, team work, coworkers I could trust to a greater extent, a sense of commonality, excitement, art making, humanity…using art making to work with clients.
What my outpatient position does offer is a greater variety of clients, a wider range of experience, but it is a community mental health setting, stressed, trying to do the best we can to meet the mental health needs of a suffering population. It is quite a bit more wearying seeing client after client back to back. There is not the time to process these interactions. And I think another problem I am not quite used to is that at my previous job I was used to doing more case work type duties. It is not a possibility to do that in an outpatient setting. I do quite enjoy many of my clients and would miss talking to them.
I am considering what it would be like to go back to where I used to work. A concern I have is that I would be seen as a failure. A previous coworker left and came back to the facility and there was always this sense that she was unable to handle the outpatient drug and alcohol setting she had gone to. But she was overwhelmed with drug and alcohol patients who varied in their investment in treatment. Her case load was something crushing. I don’t want to be in the same position. I can do this work but life outside of work, enjoyment of the work, has seriously suffered. I am left with the question of “why?” The boss I left was right: there were other benefits to working at the facility besides pay. I still firmly believe the pay should be more regardless of the quality of life benefits.
I miss the camaraderie. I don’t feel like I fit in in this outpatient setting. I didn’t really feel like I 100% belonged at my previous job either. There were pairs and groupings among the coworkers. I always felt just outside the sense of belonging. At least there there was more friendship to where I could at least pretend to belong…
I hesitate to see myself as a failure in the outpatient setting and I do not want others to see me that way. What am I trying to prove and to whom? I do not think there is any shame in finding a setting in which I am better suited both in supporting clients and the life I want to create, whatever that may be. I do not like to think there is any shame in saying I do not like this or this is too much for me. And yet the expectations of others or my perceived expectations others have of me, hover on the edge and nag at me. Now that I am licensed and board certified I need to define what I want personally and professionally. Up until a year and a half ago my life and education has been geared towards preparing for and working towards a goal. Now what?
They are asking for me back. Why? Do I really have anything to offer or are they hoping to take advantage of my dissatisfaction. Are they trying to bring me back because they can take advantage of my desperation to prove my ability and identity as a therapist, my usefulness. My worthiness. And yet there is a part of me that says “They chose me. I am not a failure. I don’t have to go back. They chose me.”