I can relate to this
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"Don’t forget me, Claudia." One of the patients held my hand and looked me in the eyes when he said that. I was holding back my tears. The moment I walked out from the ward, I couldn’t stop tearing up.
My internship at the psychiatric hospital is coming to an end. I hate saying goodbyes. I want to see them more and hang out with them. I want to know what will go on in their lives. I want them to be happy, recover, be discharged, and lead a free life soon.
Before I left the ward, I talked with everyone of them, did a proper farewell, and wished them all the best. Really, all the best. They all thanked me for being there. No, thank YOU. Thank YOU for spending your time with me. Thank you for teaching me this kiddo playing pool and dominos. Thank you for always praising me despite my horrible pool skills. Thank you for sharing your personal stories with me. Thank you for being happy when you see me.
I will remember every one of these human beings and how they have changed me for good.
Also, I really have to learn how to deal with goodbyes. They have never been easy for me.
And the attached picture is the text that received from the student coordinator in this internship program. This hasn’t been an easy week, but things like this makes it better.
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hey everyone look at my cute ladybug outfit
Salomon team checking race course…
Your professor told you to write an assessment on your child. When your classmates wrote 3-6 pages on average, you wrote 11 pages instead because you just love talking about the kiddo and analyzing his progress.
He is one adorable sweet little guy and we only have a few sessions left— I will miss him.