My name is Kayla, and I used to be a social worker.

I’m getting used to saying that.

This space serves two functions.

One is that I get to explore and better understand the contradictions that made social work unworkable for me. While others seemed to hate it at times and move on, I found it impossible. Each individual piece was great. I loved my clients, I loved my coworkers, I respected my supervisors, I loved being resourceful, I loved learning about the underbellies of our social systems and all the ways people can be. Why couldn’t I simply do the job?

Two is that if I put this out there for anyone to read it, I am much less likely to be able to stumble back into an agency in the frustration of unemployment.