A few days ago I turned 41 years old and that marks a year since I’ve REstarted my educational journey. Getting this far hasn’t been easy for me in the least. From age 9-12 I was molested and that trauma left me a tormented soul. I battled with depression and PTSD throughout adolescence and into young adulthood. By the time the room stopped spinning I was a 25 yr old divorced mother of three. The focus was no longer on me but on my children. Every move I made had to have them in mind. Where I would live? Where I would work; who I would date?
Over the last 5 years my children have graduated from college, entered the job market and began traveling the world. My oldest is a 4th grade teacher. My middle child is studying abroad in France, and my youngest is a junior at The Ohio State University. I looked up and no one needed feeding, or dressing; the nest was empty. I realized that I had been living my life for my children and they were gone.
I have always been one to help others. I would see the need often before the individual saw it. As a former teen mom, I had a heart for teen mothers, and for preventing teen pregnancies. I was also a domestic violence survivor and suffered PTSD from that and the childhood abuse. My goal was to help others by showing them what has helped me to push through. Having time to myself helped me to learn the practice of self- care and teach it to others. I began by volunteering at my local YWCA. This gave me the opportunity to reach women right where they were.
So now I am in my first year of school. I am determined to finish. I want to obtain a Masters in Social Work. I want to help women but also be paid to do so. I want to achieve some of my dreams and goals now that I have helped my children to become successful. It’s my turn to take care of me. This semester I have 2A’s & 1B. I don’t plan on slowing down or stopping. I’m fully focused man.