Rehab Journal

Day Thirty-Five:

I've been thinking alot recently about my future. About what my purpose is, about where I might go career-wise. I know people here say it's not a good idea to "future-trip," but I feel that thinking about the healthy, realistic options for my future is a good thing. I have five years of college under my belt already, and sadly, I have not used that education to my advantage (because of my addiction, my fear, my lack of self-esteem). Well, I've realized I can't do that anymore. No more excuses. I want to help people. First and foremost, I am going to help myself. But then, opportunities are limitless. Yes, I can help people through my writing and that is very important to me. But I'm also a people-person, a face-to-face person. Maybe I could go back to school for my Master's Degree in Social Services or Psychology. Maybe I could find employment or volunteer at Womenspace or SASS or working with the homeless. Heck, maybe I could even work for DHS and these women here to realize that we are not monsters who only want to adopt out their children. I could deliver flowers just to see the smiles on people's faces. I could decorate houses, organize parties and special events, just sit and talk and listen to people who need some soothing, hopeful words and a shoulder to lean on. There are so many opportunities out there for me. I'm excited about my future. But I'm also excited about the here and now. If it wasn't for this treatment I'm receiving, I probably wouldn't even be thinking so excitedly about my future. Work on myself now, help others after!