Reach Out, I'll Be There.

There's a place in the sun
Wheres there's hope for everyone
Where my poor restless heart's gotta run.

Mental Health nursing is hard - pediatric mental health nursing is harder.

Tiny souls broken, misplaced. Alone.

My first three days in my new job were - sad. The 11 year old who compulsively exercises. The suicidal 13 year old who can't go home but can't go where they want her to either. The furious 14 year old boy, so angry and so impulsive he stabs his classmates with pencils.

I can only imagine what if feels like to be terrified to eat.

I want to hug them all... well maybe not the stabby one.

I want to save them all - but the truth is we won't "save" any of them - we make them functional, we build them up and send them out into this cruel world - hoping their wings are strong enough to fly on their own.

Hoping that they never return, but knowing that if they do we will be there to build them up again.

And again.

And again.