Personal Blogs

A few years ago, my husband and I had our own business, two young children, and a home to run! Life was chaos, and I found a great escape from it all, was to write my thoughts and feelings down in a blog. So here I am..... 

I think everyone goes through "reset" moments in their lives, albeit maybe at different stages and in different areas. Some people suddenly realise they have reached the end of a line with a partner and change their life by leaving, some people realise the end of the line has come in a home and then move house, for some people it's the passing of someone close to them that makes them realise how short life really is, and drives them to fulfil their dreams. There could be so many reasons why we all push reset, for me it was work.

What's strange about me though is that I thought I had "reset" 18 months ago, with a relocation from "down south" to the midlands. None-the-less it wasn't enough, something radical needed to change. As I have already met my Mr Forever, it wasn't going to be that (well not by my hand at least ). After some serious time looking inwards, I had the sudden realisation that it was my career that was my problem, not just simply my job. 

Where did I need to start? I had no idea, I knew that I had always had a natural ability to understand people, and I've always wanted to "make a difference". I have an unwavering opinion that without change at the level of the individual, nothing will really ever changes, and that was about it. So this is what I had to start with, what did I do with it, what did I truly want to do, I found myself more confused than ever.

"Why did you never train in psychology"? was the moment I realised what I needed to do! People used to say this to me all the time, along with things such as "you could help so many people", "how do you always have the right advice", "how do you always know what to do".... The truth is I have no idea, and that's when I realised that I needed to look in more detail at what they were saying, maybe they were right. Something I had blown off as people being nice my entire adult life, was something I perhaps should have been paying more attention to.

I had always known that I wanted to help make a difference to the world that my children are growing up in, and quickly decided offender rehabilitation or trauma recovery was the way forward for me.  I signed up, panicked, got my books, panicked, started the first week’s work, panicked some more, and now am in week 19/20 and haven't looked back since!

Despite the tough days, the tricky concepts that I have to re-read time and time again and am still not confident with, the times that I get behind and have to play catch up, the times I want to sit and watch telly with my husband but have an assignment to do, that I've left until the last minute, despite being a Mum and doing mum things, despite being a wife, despite my own self-doubt, this is my new life, and I'm going to do this!