Turning Compassion Inward

Amy sat with me on my screened porch at the lake, listening the way only a woman who has spent thirty years as a cloistered nun in a monastery, then three more years training to be a therapist, can listen. 

“You have compassion fatigue,” she said. 

“What?” I asked. “There’s an actual name for this? It’s not just that I can’t manage my time and relationships well?”  

I was exhausted and blind to what I was doing - even though I’d been writing it with my own hand for months.    

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