To be honest, I really love my job. And after all, many stages have been passed. At first there is euphoria from the fact that they turn to me and trust me. Then devaluation, not understanding why they chose me, because I know so little. Then came the fear of harm. Fear of transfers. I have been offended many times when a client suddenly ends therapy or does not show up without warning. This made me terribly sad. What was there that was depressing, offending, hurt, infuriating!!!!! I tried too hard to please, I just tried too hard. I wanted the client to feel relieved after the first meeting, otherwise I considered myself a crappy specialist. And I was also ready to work for little money, or even for free, if only they would turn to me and love me. They were valued as a specialist. I didn’t escape the desire to throw everything to hell and do something else. And at some point I did just that. I told myself that I could no longer try to make everyone happy, I could no longer lose them, I could no longer depend on the outcome of our meetings. I relaxed and went to the seas. I imagined that I would find a new job and become passionate about it. I imagined how at the same time I would deepen my knowledge and attend interesting events for psychologists. I wanted to be able to know more for myself. I was looking for my peace and tranquility. It was with these thoughts that I crossed the Belarusian border and was very pleased with myself. But what's strange. It was at that moment when control was released that I returned to me. I came to accept myself as not perfect, and far from confident in the correctness of everything that was happening. But she accepts all this without whims and childish discontent. And clients, My clients, began to find me themselves. These were people who were not attracted by me, but who found me. Those who wanted to work with me, accepting the fact that the road would be different and definitely not easy. But they were okay with it. No guarantees, painful, time-consuming, not cheap. And I began to work at full capacity. I turned on. I went with them. I was grateful to them that they chose me. I will not deny that I work for money, that I like to receive money for my work. That with this money I can bring pleasure to those I love, and to myself, of course. But what brings me much greater satisfaction is the implementation of my knowledge and the understanding that someone needs it. What good am I doing! I will also say that I love to hear gratitude from a client for my work. Yes I love!!! After all, it is deserved and mutual!!!! And every time, after completing a working day, I feel pleasantly tired and happy from the work done.!!!!