Broken

I come across so many broken families on every shift...its sad to think that people give up so easily on their vows of 'till death do us part'. The smallest things will make people throw away years of their devotion and jeopardize their children's future development. Say what you want but a child torn between two homes, two parents, will struggle to cope.

 

Departed

I've realized now that my reactions to deceased people has changed quite a bit since I've been working as a cop. I walk into a room with a deceased person and my mind suddenly goes into the process mode I have been taught. I will go through my mental list of what to do without thinking that there's a body in there in front of me. I realized this when I recently saw a rookie throw up and run out of the room crying as soon as she saw it.

I thought about it a bit recently, I guess it's normal in it's own way now. Sometimes I do talk to them...I don't think that's weird.

Outside the bubble

They said once you step through the bubble, you are never the same again....they were right. Being a cop was always something I wanted to try and now that I am one, I find it so hard to switch off from it. The bubble people live in is so blissful and serene, the darkness outside that bubble is so horrific!