Thoughts On Emotional Burnout, Compassion Fatigue from a Therapist’s Experience

Today the cool ocean air flicks my skin like fingertips. I am walking, lost in melancholy, lost in grief, but somehow still happy. I don’t know if happiness can exist without melancholy. They exist together, cohabiting like gophers burrowing for warmth. For every feeling an equal and opposite feeling accompanies it.