I read something lately that struck me, it was an anonymous quote. It read: “Getting lost along your path is a part of finding the path you are meant to be on.” On taking those steps…along my path….I find myself now prepared with the correct equation of fortitude, passion and hope to move towards a new journey. I have decided to apply to for the Fall 2022 admission for FSU’s MSW online program. I have always hoped to work in some capacity in the field, maybe not clinically…but with the overarching goal to give back to others seeking mental health treatment. This program is perfect to meet my needs, it is part time, I would still be able to work and factor in family time as well. The challenge will be getting everything together over the next few weeks, in order to apply early for the Fall program. Recommendations, application, statement, etc. I am so excited about the opportunity. 2022 will bring many new changes and challenges, but I welcome that.
As I prepare to wind up this year, I feel accomplished in that I was able to work a full year, as well as volunteer for NAMI and Guardian Ad Litem. I had some hiccups along the way and learned how to adapt in places. Speaking of prep for Christmas, I successfully sent out Christmas cards, baked dozens of cookies with the girls, wrapped all the grandparents and family gifts, and its only Christmas Eve Eve.
Helpling others has always been my passion. Not only because I come from my own challenges. I have always desired to be an instrument to guide others on the path to recovery from mental health issues. I absolutely wish to professionally assist people on their respective journeys. In terms of the quote I mentioned above, I feel that I had been lost, even after recovery. I lost my identity in some ways, my confidence, my purpose. To have rebuilt this passion has taken years, and perhaps my new lease on life to say F*** it, let’s GO. No, readers, just because I said that, does not mean I am Manic. It is possible by the way to have excitement, goals and happiness in the life of someone living with Bipolar I disorder. To live with limits, to live the way you are expected to, and to always worry about the unknown barriers without pushing forward is no way to live. I choose to take the path that I have perhaps been always meant to take, to give others the opportunity to live.
So now, today, on Christmas Eve Eve, December 23rd, I prepare to take my second admissions call from FSU admissions. I was tasked with beginning the application and reaching out to my prospect professional recommendations. No I haven’t done that yet, but the day is young. I hope to check out the application and hopefully get my unofficial transcripts sent in. In the meantime, Hazel is now awake and time for Hazel Basil morning snuggles. Merry Christmas to all of my dear family and friends.
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