Heart and soul

In my last entry I wrote about finding the balance between empathy and necessary emotional distance in order to avoid mental exhaustion. So far I feel I have been quite successful in this balancing. However, there have been a couple of moments where I’ve struggled...

One instant took place a week ago when one of the Family Support Center nurses told me about ongoing clan fights in a nearby village. She told me that the other fighting party also included some children. As per my understanding child soldiers are not at all common here, but this anecdote affected me deeply. I walked over to the MSF office and cried and debriefed with our logisticians (turns out, these logisticians make good counselors too). I cried over children having to experience something children should never experience, over children being exposed to such traumatic circumstances, over lives that might be lost way too young. Sometimes one just does not have enough defenses.

Another thing that affected me happened today and was quite different from the one described above. It was just a little moment. I was joining my counselor on our daily awareness sessions in the hospital area where we talk about intimate partner violence, sexual violence and MSF’s services to survivors of violence. We were standing in the out-patient area and my counselor was talking to the crowd in Huli language. I had time to glance over the public. I saw women carrying their babies in traditional billum bags, men with painted faces and wreaths on their heads, old women with muddy feet after having walked two hours to get to the hospital.

My gaze was drawn to a young, obviously poor mother who had come to the hospital with her baby. The baby’s foot was injured. The mother had stabilized the little foot with a piece of cardboard from a food package and a dirty cloth. The sight of this hit me. I felt this enormous empathy for the woman who did all she could to help her baby with the small resources she has. I felt sadness over the social injustice in the world; I felt sadness for her baby receiving so much less social services than a baby born in my home country Finland would.

These feelings are challenges for me personally. If I let it all in, if I let it all affect me with its whole strength I will be burned out quickly. But on the other hand I am very glad they do affect me. That is what is the heart and soul of this work.