When I was 25 years old and fresh out of college with a masters degree, I started working with troubled foster kids.
Their situation was awful. It seemed like things could never change for them.
They couldn't say how they felt. They would isolate. They couldn't listen. They were almost unreachable.
They would scream at each other because inside they were hurting. They couldn't cope with all that had happened to them. All the change.
It made perfect sense why they were so out of control- they had been through so much.
I felt helpless too. I felt so guilty that I couldn't do better with these poor kids! I felt like a failure as a new counselor.
They were lost. And I was lost on how to help them.