I Knew This Would Eventually Happen…

How could I have possibly foreseen a different outcome?! I’m such a blithering idiot at times. But then again, that’s not fair. I can’t help the way I feel.

I should back off except I don’t want to.


That Second Placement

My second placement was truly hell. I thought that they had totally broken me. I was embarrassed, humiliated, made to feel unwelcome and unwanted, my professionalism was criticised, and they made it personal.

I cried most days, I wanted to honestly walk away. I felt like I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I wasn’t planning on expressing any of this in a poem because I didn’t feel like I needed to. We were asked to write a poem in university this morning using either the word trauma, triumph, or trivia as the base. I refused to allow myself to write another poem titled Trauma. I refused to be seen as a victim of their unprofessional and nasty behaviour.

I am a stronger person for enduring the shit they put me through; but I couldn’t have done it without M.