Not ready but gone
This last weekend, from what I can piece together, one of my patients went to bed early and didn't wake up. The community I serve is reeling from the lost of a strong, courageous, vocal, and beyond compassionate woman. I wonder if I could have done something, offered an intervention beyond what I did. I know at the end of this day, like all other days, I can only carry that knowledge with me to my next encounter. No amount of self battering or guilt will bring her back but I can honor the process by asking myself these questions as a way forward. We have to learn - from our past, we have an opportunity to grow and better ourselves and our understanding, and we must use it to create a brighter future. I do not believe the community in which I work in an exception, but I have been struggling to understand how horrific pain can be encountered and brushed under the rug to only be encountered again. Is it the compounding nature of tragedies that has befallen on this collective communit