Maybe it’s in my blood.
I come from a strong line of helpers – my grandparents were missionaries. I loved them so much and I would’ve followed them anywhere. I like to think that in some way, I have followed them and in their footsteps of helping and being of service to others.
I always knew I wanted to be a helper, but it wasn’t until I experienced the combination of the arts and psychology in University that I felt – woah, this is what I want to do.
Maybe it was the only role I knew.
I saw a quote once that wondered if people would’ve chosen different careers or different paths if their experiences in life were different. Even though I couldn’t quote it directly for the life of me, this has really sat with me. Had I not lived the life I did, would things be different? Am I playing a role that fit me well, due to my circumstances, and have just continued on. I have a tendency to think that we all are like walking billboards, the way we navigate life, our responses or coping strategies, can often identify our biggest strengths and our vulnerabilities. I feel as though I have always wanted to be a therapist, or something very close to it. I truly love what I do – but is it simply a response or is it my passion.
