Being a therapist can be hard - you listen to some horrific experiences, you see trauma and distress on a daily basis, you learn about the depravity of humans through their victims.
The really difficult days are sometimes managed with a dark sense of humour but always managed with your work colleagues. They pull you through, give you a cuddle, wipe your tears and tell you that you can only do what you can do.
Today we heard news that a friend of ours sadly passed away. We really wish that we would have had the chance to say goodbye. Out of respect for her family we aren't naming her. But that doesn't stop us remembering her...
Every day our friend and colleague always got her lunch out of the fridge at 11am, just in case it was too cold at lunchtime and she wouldn't let anybody else wash her cup, for fear of them being contaminated haha. She always ate cake on a weekend and she was always ready to wrap her arms around you on a bad day.
With a heavy heart and love we remember you our friend xxx