When I was 18, I turned to my then-boyfriend and said, “I never want to get married and never want to have children.” For almost 20 years, I managed to do just that, but at 37-years-old, I acquired a husband and four children in one day. Then one month later found out that I was pregnant. I am now mother to four girls 21, 18, 16, and 2-years, and a boy 12-years. Needless to say, none of this was expected or planned. Most days, I have no idea where I am or what is going on.
I am a Masters of Clinical Mental Health Counseling graduate student beginning my internships. I am drawn to this area because of my own experiences with the mental health system. I have Bipolar Disorder diagnosed when I was 30-years-old, and Panic Disorder diagnosed when I was 21-years-old.
Some days are good, some days are bad. Some days leave me wondering if I am going to be stabbed by one of my clients during a counseling session. Regardless, no day is ever uneventful. God, I wish that they were.