Alone

A colleague is dead. By her own hands. I never saw it coming. None of us did.

I hadn’t worked with her very long, but from the very first meeting she impressed me and made me like her.

Her other workplace environment was difficult and distressing, but she stepped up to the challenge. She was kind, compassionate and non-judgmental even while telling the patients that they were full of &#$%. I don't know anyone who didn’t feel cared for when she was around.

Somehow she held her own distress inside so well that no-one knew how sad she was, or how desperate. She cared for everyone except herself. And now she's dead, and we'll never get the chance to try to help, or to tell her that we care.

But we did.

"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone." (Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day)