So eight years ago, I started college with the intention of being a social worker. I didn’t know my options; all I knew was I really wanted to be there for others who are struggling and need help. Since then I’ve considered becoming a counselor as well. As time went on though, I started dealing with worsening mental health and crippling insecurity.
I got to the point where I became disabled by my mental health issues, and I doubted whether I could even hold down a fast food job, let alone deal with something as mentally demanding as social work or counseling.
But recently, I finally decided that I just want to be happy, and that I’m going to go after my dream no matter what. I’d rather try and fail than never try out of fear and self-doubt.
So, here goes nothing. I couldn’t be happier and more excited about the future. Thanks for stopping by my blog, and God bless.