Some days I truly hate my job. Today is one of those days.
I work in the mental health field, and I see all kinds of people. Today I did an assessment on a seventeen year old female today who gave birth yesterday to a baby (born 4 weeks early) who tested positive for opiates and possibly for marijuana and benzodiazepines. She has only used in the past year: alcohol, although she supposedly has not drank since she got pregnant. She admitted to smoking marijuana at least monthly (or more), using benzodiazepines and narcotics at least every other day, and smoking cigarettes daily.
It took everything in me to try and be nice to her. Here I am, trying to have a child and she uses while pregnant. These are the days I wonder why I even try.