Self-care should not be a second job

This year I quit a job running a harm reduction program in a homeless shelter. We went from dealing with a fight or overdose or some kid screaming, “Ya fucking bitch!” at us to, “Oh shit it’s six; we have to serve dinner.” Our to-do lists were an arm-length long and we delayed them constantly to attend to the urgent needs of young people with no family support. Sometimes we didn’t have time to pee.