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I was in a patient in a day program at a hospital. This program was different types of mental health information and tasks done in groups. One of those groups was about distorted thinking. You’d pick a random ball of paper and read out what it said. A guy pulled out one and read “I’m not worthy” my instinct was to to jump in and say “it’s funny, I hear that and I know it’s wrong and they are worthy but then I hear it and tell myself I’m not worthy.” I guess there was self awareness that I was trying to make them feel better while not derailing the conversation. I didn’t think much of it and about a week goes by.
It’s a rotation of a few people join and a few others leave. This person day to leave he sits next to me almost in tears and thanks me. Said he saw what I did, but it hit him so hard he had to leave to cry in his car. He thanked me.
It’s something I look at and feel pride because I didn’t do it for any other reason other than it just felt right. It’s something when I struggling I can tell myself you made ‘Jason’ feel worthy. Maybe I actually made a difference regardless if it was small.
I was in a patient in a day program at a hospital. This program was different types of mental health information and tasks done in groups. One of those groups was about distorted thinking. You’d pick a random ball of paper and read out what it said. A guy pulled out one and read “I’m not worthy” my instinct was to to jump in and say “it’s funny, I hear that and I know it’s wrong and they are worthy but then I hear it and tell myself I’m not worthy.” I guess there was self awareness that I was trying to make them feel better while not derailing the conversation. I didn’t think much of it and about a week goes by.
It’s a rotation of a few people join and a few others leave. This person day to leave he sits next to me almost in tears and thanks me. Said he saw what I did, but it hit him so hard he had to leave to cry in his car. He thanked me.
It’s something I look at and feel pride because I didn’t do it for any other reason other than it just felt right. It’s something when I struggling I can tell myself you made ‘Jason’ feel worthy. Maybe I actually made a difference regardless if it was small.