For me, and perhaps for many of my peers, the journey hasn’t been an easy one. my freedom has been contested so many times, I honestly never thought I would get this far, or even have my family’s support to even leave home and make my own way. I spent several years in and out of group homes, ADH homes, and just living at home with family.
As my future looms ahead, somewhat exhilarating and ominous at the same time, I can’t wait to sit around in my own apartment and read a book and have a cup of tea on my own couch. I can’t wait to shop for food and cook meals that I want to cook. I can’t wait to make new friends and get to know people in my complex. and one of my most important goals is to finally see if i can qualify for a service dog, even if i don’t ultimately end up with one. (I would like to, though, for all you service dog organizations out there, take note, I am very ambitious and was told i’d be an excellent candidate)
I would also like to further my education as well, either working in radio or becoming a mental health counselor for people with substance abuse and those that are mentally ill.
both issues are very personal to me, and i would love to help those struggling to live each day the best they can, and just need some help. a master’s in counseling would allow me to help people and give back to the community in a meaningful and enriching way.
But baby steps….baby steps…
First, I need to find a place. one day at a time, right?