I know I am not currently fit to do social work, but I fear if I give it up forever I will be placing victory in the hands of my abusers and letting go of a part of myself that is so alive, passionate, and part of my heart and soul.
I am trying to remain positive and focus on the blessings in my life. my precious kids, my sweet husband, my home, my pets... But at the same time I am working on healing. It is so difficult because the flash backs of the abuse I survived are leaving me feeling lost and defeated. My heart is broken because I believe I have failed, relented, given in to the pain. I have messed up so many good jobs by quitting. I am almost 40 and have a poor work record yet it is still very much a part of my heart and strong desire to be a social worker, to be in the trenches fighting the war against child abuse, neglect, and family violence. When I first went to college I just wanted to be something. I thought psychology was a well respected profession and very interesting so I went for it. After graduating I came to realize I am no great intellect but where my strength lies is in my compassion and my empathy for people whose lives are in chaos. (Young mothers struggling to make a living and doing it alone, families who have strengths but are being torn apart by substance abuse or mental illness, Children who have been abused and need help so they do not have to live with chronic PTSD, and elderly people who are alone and venerable) I realized I have the heart of a social worker. God created this heart in me! When I was in graduate school (I dropped out last year) it was so easy for me to do the reading because I was learning things that meant something to me. But I allowed myself to sabatauge my own success. I dropped out mid practicum. It will be just short of a miracle if I am ever able to get back in even though my GPA was 3.97. Even if I do go back, will I ever find employment, I've messed up so much in this small rural community. My husband has a very good job and I am pretty sure moving is out of the question. I know this probably sounds like I'm just a big complainer but it hurts so bad that the goal I worked so hard for seems to be a loss. I grew up holding things together, being that obedient and helpful child despite the abuse that was happening to me. I want to help others have a chance at life and love and peace. Will I ever be suitable??!! Or am I just a shell of what I could have been toward the longing of my heart. It is like life is a fun game for the abusers and they win the prize of ruining my dream. They stole my suitability and now I must live with only being part of what my heart desires to be. I do not know if anything will ever be fullfilling for me if I am never able to do the job that is such a strong desire of my heart. In my soul it has become a central part of my identity. This is making my healing journey so much more arduous. I want to hide, retreat, find a hole to clime in and just exist. I know there are other jobs that I do such as being a mother and a wife. They are rewarding and very important to me. They too are a central part of my identity, but I can not help but feel a part of me is dying if I do not plan as part of my future being a social worker.