I fucking hate my job.

I hate going to work. I hate being at work. I love leaving it.

I work at an inpatient rehab and I want to leave. Desperately.
I like working with at-risk populations. I like helping. But for someone with an extensive trauma history, it may not be the wisest choice. They complain and it hurts me; do you know what I would've done to go to rehab? I tried. It's not like I didn't try. 
They don't undnerstand. They've been to prison. Try an inpatient adolescent unit of a state-run psychiatric hospital twenty years ago.
They're so fucking pampered, it makes me sick. It's enabling. I can't deal with enabling.