taking care of and being responsible for six (mentally ill) individuals is a lot of work. its six grown up adult kids i have to run around after and tend to. they are like babies. it is amazing how adults can regress so much into their childhood. it is also amazing to see people who cannot cope with anger but be able to cope & find humor when in pain. and it is so scary and disheartening when you find out your patient is a level 4 pedophile. and it feels weird and wrong when you try to talk to them about suicide ideation or depresson ... bc inside im desperately trying to keep the vomit down. and im feeling like i don't care if he/she lives or dies but just get the fuck out of my face and off my unit. i forgot to eat and go peepee today. nevertheless, i am grateful for my job (im learning alot about human beings and specifically me as one) and i am really VERY lucky. tomorrow will be all about ME & family :)