Every Superhero has an origin story…

I wasn’t always a kick-ass child welfare social worker. While my journey into this line of work doesn’t start with a tragedy or a run-in with a radioactive spider, I think it’s worth reflecting on.

In 2009 I was a fresh-faced graduate, with my Masters degree in hand and my sights on a career as an elementary school teacher. I taught for a few years in a rural school district that always seemed one budget decision away from insolvency. Unfortunately for me, that moment came sooner than I expected.

Due to budget issues, my district laid off every teacher on its payroll at the end of one school year. Once the budget crisis passed, most of those laid-off teachers were rehired. I was the new kid on the block and my school and when the budget forced them to cut positions, I was the one who got the axe. I hadn’t been there long and I was fairly expendable,

Thus began a few years of employment roulette. I spent a few years bouncing from one daycare center to the next, trying to earn enough income to pay my hefty student loans. My next-door neighbor, knowing my situation and my teaching background suggested that I submit applications to be a case manager for my state’s Department of Children’s Services.

Me? Work for the state? Help families navigate the child welfare system? Nope.

I decided not to apply for a job with such ENORMOUS responsibilities immediately after being laid-off. After all, I had a teaching degree and high hopes that I’d be able to get hired back to a teaching job. Alas, it was not to be.

After being laid off, I applied for more teaching jobs than I could count. One position I applied for was accompanied by a nice confirmation email that stated “We appreciate your application. 397 people have applied for this position and we will be interviewing a small number of candidates, blah blah blah…” Needless to say, the teaching job market was a dog eat dog business. I ended up being the dog that got eaten.

So, after spending a while making slightly above minimum wage working in a daycare and not making any headway with breaking back into teaching, I decided to bite the bullet and apply for a job in child welfare. Three months and two interviews later, I was hired on making more money as an entry-level case manager than I did as a Masters level teacher.

Seven years later and I’m a team leader of a group of 7 other foster care case manager. During my time at the department, I have worked 5 years as a front-line worker and two years as a supervisor. I have helped over 100 children find permanency with either their biological family or an adoptive family. I love what I do even on the hardest days.

I don’t have a social work degree but I have a heart for helping others and enough curiosity to never stop learning. I hope I get to continue this work for a long time.

Burnout is real.

“Some days simply lay on you like stones.”

Patrick Rothfuss

Yesterday was one of those days when, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t seem to pull myself up out of the quagmire of negativity that has been trying to reel me in for weeks.

I was exhausted, so I skipped the gym. I was starving, so I ate junk food. I was feeling down, so I stayed at my desk most of the day. I gave in to the vices I normally resist and then hated myself for it.

Ugh. It just wasn’t a good day.

I’ve been fighting burnout for a while. My last attempt at a vacation was over a month ago but instead of a relaxing few days off around my husband’s birthday, I ended up with the stomach flu and spent the entire time feeling like garbage that had been run over by a semi truck. Before that, I had a week off over the holiday in December…but my father unexpectedly passed away on Christmas Eve and I spent the days planning his funeral with my mother and brother and eating my feelings.

Since coming back to work in the new year its been busy busy busy. Social work is not a profession that ever has a “slow season” but it definitely has a busy season. Summer time is always a hellish brutal time of year for my coworkers and I and this year has been no different. I’ve been feeling completely and totally BURNT OUT since about early March.

This morning on, The Marc & Kim Show, (my local radio show, which I LOVE listening too, btw!) the hosts were discussing a news release about how burnout has now officially been classified as a disease by the World Health Organization.

Let me just tell you…. I 100% BELIEVE THIS IS TRUE. I feel it all the time. As a career field, social work has a super high burnout rate. The only effective way I’ve personally found to combat this (and NO way is 100% effective, FYI), is to take time away, travel, and engage in some deliberate self-care. This is not something I’ve been able to do lately and I can feel it in my *bones* that I’m burnt out.

According to the article linked above from USA Today, burnout is “a syndrome conceptualized as resulting from chronic workplace stress that has not been successfully managed.”  Symptoms include: feelings of energy depletion or exhaustion, increased mental distance from one’s job, or feelings of negativism or cynicism related to one’s job, and reduced professional efficacy.

I am SO there.

Which is why I am extremely grateful that my husband and I have a vacation coming up soon! We are returning to the island country of Jamaica this year and I can not wait. I need it. He needs it. Burn out is real and its strong.

If I want to continue this wonderful career that I love, I need some self-care time along the shores of the Caribbean Sea.

Last year, we went to Negril. This year its Montego Bay, baby!