I’ll be changing my “About Me” page in about 4 weeks.

I’ll no longer be a foster care social worker.

*moment of silence, please*

I’m actually leaving direct care altogether, for a time. Not permanently, I don’t think, but who knows where life will lead? I need a break, I’ve been very burnt out. The first time I stated that I didn’t care about what happened with a situation with a kid, I knew it was time to go. The truth is that I did care, I do care. But I am at the point where not caring has seemed like a really great option, and I cannot do that to my kids. I won’t do it to my kids.

I’m leaving a job where I work about 45 hours a week, and come home at all kinds of crazy hours. (9:30 tonight). I will be going to a job where I work 8:30 to 5. Every day. With a lunch break. With a gym onsite. Yes, I will be working on what us in the mental health field think of as the dark side- an insurance company. But I’ve been promised I’ll still use my clinical skills, and I think I will. I also think that I will learn and grow in other ways.

At the very least I will get a much needed break from some of the total BS I’ve been dealing with for two years.

My co-workers and bosses know that I have been unhappy, and that I have been wanting a change. My clients know nothing of the sort and I dread telling them. I’m sure they’ll all be fine, but I have built of very strong relationships with some of my families and kids, relationships that we’ve worked very hard at in the last two years. I will miss some of them very, very much.

But it’s time for me to move on. At the very least take a break.

I’m very, very excited.