Two entries in one day. I must be working from home again.
I love my job. I love being a peer worker. I love the values of peer work. I love everything it stands for and how different the relationships that are build through it can look compared to other types of mental health support.
I love the fact that, at times, it can challenge systems and the way things are done and question why they’re done that way to begin with and why the fuck no-one has thought to ask why this way before now? (Or more to the point, why has no-one bothered to ask the person it has been done to whether it’s a good idea or not?)
I love the connections I make with my fellow peer workers and I love the unmentioned understanding that is often felt in a moment without a word having to be uttered. It’s an imperceptible feeling that requires no communication other than the warmth that pops up inside when one of these moments happens.
Anyway… before I write an Adele style love song about it, I should say: I love it.
But sometimes I just feel like I have absolutely no clue how to do it. I understand the principles and I truly understand the way it’s supposed to be done. But occasionally I just sit here and think “Fuck, you’re a fraud and you don’t get this stuff at all.”
This afternoon is one of the those times and so to deal with it, I’m avoiding writing a particular peer-y thing I have to write, I’ll pop another blog into my dusty corner of the internet, I’ll start a new Twitter account and I’ll go and apply for a job at Aldi instead.