I eat secrets for a living.
I listen to the sins that no one else can stomach.
I ingest shame, pain, sadness, anger, and trauma;
products of living in an imperfect world.
I’m not afraid of the dark corners that no one has explored.
I don’t cower away from the grotesque, the twisted, the dangerous.
I join in the isolation.
I sit in the excruciating.
I accept the unacceptable.
I love the unlovable.
I see the unseen.
I am the trustworthy stranger.
I validate, soothe, care, hear, and understand.
I create a safe place for unsafe feelings.
I shift through the mud to find the diamonds.
I am not afraid to get dirty.
Dirty is my breakfast.