My day

I'm searching for words to express how I feel. I went to a ladies house today who I have known for about 3 years. She has had mental health services for the entire time. I know that she has had a worker who has worked with her for literally hundreds of hours. When I talked to her she seemed exactly the same as I remember, maybe a little worse. It depressed mne that as hard as we have tried to help her, she is not better off.

I'm feeling anxious and depressed and feel tired. I feel like people have used me and disrespected me and ignored me and I'm tired of it. I wonder what God has in store for me and hope that it is not more of the same. You try to do the right thing and nobody seems to appreciate it or respect you for taking the high road.

Last week at this time, I was calling CPS to make a report on a family with five kids. Now they are in foster care.

I sent off a treatment request for a kid who has molested his brother and is a manipulator and a danger to society.

I have another kids who molested his sister that I work with. He is getting therapy. There is a high likelihood that he will reoffend if given the chance.

I sometimes feel like I am helping those who clearly are hopeless and don't deserve it. Why am I doing this?