In This Chair Life Happens

A poem and theme exploration by Haven Housing staff, Natalie Anderson

In this chair tough women let down walls

In this chair clients become friends

In this chair I hear stories of tragic loss and I hear stories of great victory

And I literally see life change happen

In this chair I’ve watched women cry

Over the death of loved ones, nightmares, re-lived trauma, seeing an abuser, fear of being pregnant, having cravings

In this chair I’ve watched women smile with excitement

Over getting an apartment, a car, passing a test, a forklift certificate, a job offer, regaining custody of their kids, finding out their mom woke up from her coma, having a night of sober fun

In this chair I’ve helped women fill out paperwork

For a new home, a new job, a new car, a new life

This chair has been a place for countless tears, hard conversations, honesty, transparency, laughter, celebration, and joy

This chair offers a fresh start

To be seen and heard and known and believed in

For maybe the first time in their lives

Some women sit in this chair multiple times a day and others only sit for a few moments a week

In this chair my eyes have looked upon some of the strongest, most resilient, beautiful, joyful, healing women

Some ask me for advice, some ask me to keep them accountable, and others ask me to listen and just sit with them

In this chair I am reminded that redemption is for everyone, grace is to be extended, and forgiveness is needed

In this chair I am reminded of why I do what I do

I’m reminded of the beauty and redemption in my own story

In this chair I see myself

And I know I am where I was always meant to be

In this chair women find

Their voice, their strength, their beauty, their story, their worth, their purpose

And I get to live out mine

 

I remember when I first decided I wanted to be a social worker, I was a sophomore in high school and I decided I wanted to change the world, save lives, and make a difference. Over the last 7 years my idea of what it means to be a social worker has shifted, but more importantly the notion that I can “save lives” has changed as well. I cannot “save” anyone’s life - the women I work with day in and day out have to be the ones to choose for themselves that they want to make a change, that they want to have a different life, that they will show up and make the changes necessary to not just survive, but to truly thrive!

I, as a social worker, or rather their case manager, have the great honor to be invited on the journey with them. I cheer them on, hold them accountable, challenge them, support them, believe in them, and celebrate them. Sometimes there are big, loud, obvious victories and other times there are small changes. So small that if I don’t truly sit in the moment with them and be present for all that is unfolding, I can miss it.

The thing about all of this is that it simply is an invitation. I make myself available, but they have to choose to enter my office, to sit down in my chair, and allow me to journey with them. And when they do sit in my chair, so much life unfolds!