Pulling the mental health community to me on twitter has of course greatly and dramatically increased the amount of time I spend talking about mental health. And I’m finding that as one of the more stable members of the community, I’m spending most of that talk time helping, advising, and encouraging others. Which is frankly awesome.
But now I find myself saying: Screw retail. Screw banking. Screw math. Screw photography.
I want to do this for a living! I know I could never get as far as a medical degree to be a Psychiatrist. Which is fine. I don’t want to be the one passing out pills. I want to be the one who listens, advises, guides, encourages, teaches.
I know what I want to go to school for. But I know this isn’t an online degree. I know this isn’t a 2 year community college degree. I know time and money will be my enemy.
I have goals and they are good ones. So it breaks my heart that there is so much going against me.