I am a 36-year-old woman with a history and a future. I am a loving wife and a mother of five. Small town raised in America’s Heartland.
It was in that small town I met my husband, Randy. He was my high school sweetheart. We got pregnant and then got married (yes, I know, not the right order). When we bought our first home, we moved just outside the small town we grew up in.
In 2001, he was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. My life really did change in an instant. For several months, almost a year, it felt like maybe it had ended my life too. We had three children, I couldn’t let that happen. I started learning how to live again.
In the years following Randy’s death, I met a man, Tim, who became my best friend. He helped me grieve, he helped me heal, and he helped me fall in love again. He even remembered my dreams and helped me enroll in school to further them. I married that man in 2004. I had three kids, no job, and no college education. I had to do something and now. I did the only thing I knew. With Tim’s help, I enrolled in school.
I had a clear goal from the start. A social worker helped me through the loss of my husband and I wanted to help people just like she helped us. I’m not sure where I would be without her. She also encouraged me in the pursuit of a social work degree. I graduated from college with a BA at 32 years old. My major was social work and a minor in psychology. I was well on the way to reaching some of my dreams.
After graduation we decided it would be a good time to have another baby-or two. Now that our family is complete, I will be returning to further my Social Work education by completing a Master’s Degree after the kids are in school. My eventual goal is to become a LCSW, a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. I would love to work in hospice, gerontology, or with families in a private practice setting.
My life hasn’t always been smooth, but it has given me plenty experience. Experience that I feel I should share. I know I am not the only one to go through hard times. I also know there were many times I felt alone, completely alone. I wasn’t always brave enough to seek help and sometimes there just wasn’t help available.
I love writing and it has always been a way for me to cope, even when I didn’t seek help elsewhere. I know that I have a passion for writing and for helping others. I would love to combine those passions with my education and help those who are struggling right now.
Every journey has a beginning, and this is mine.