After a day of shut down silence, I just spoke to one of the most awesome HCAs from the ward I spent 5 months on, now working for the crisis team and still as awesome.
Unlocked some emotion.
Many tears (actually a good thing for me).
Got me to communicate where there’s been just detached nothingness.
Got me to draw and write what’s going on for the staff at the placement.
Got me to unlock what had been securely tucked away in a box until I spoke to her.
Relationships matter in mental health. More than qualifications. More than most things.