Thank YOU Lord!

As I lay here on top of a bag of ice in excruciating pain, I can't help but reflect on my current blessings...although the VA pushed me beyond my tolerance (to the point where the cops on duty would get up every time I walked into the VA office because I would get so loud), the Lord answered my prayers and I finally got my lump sum.  Let me clarify that my faith hasn't always been strong.  Growing up I attended mass only because I was forced to.  Through the years I always prayed on my own time but after MS I was angry enough to renounce my faith, because MY God wouldn't do something so horrible to me.  It took me 2 years to understand my illness, myself, and my faith.  Many say God only gives you what you can handle and I've always joked that He must think very highly of me, but the more I say it, the more I believe it.  All my trials and tribulations were, I understand now, were because God does have a plan for me to become a great psychologist.  Now I can say (although its a huge no-no to share your personal life to your patients) I can say, I know how you feel because I've been there myself.

Anyways, enough about me.  God has taken my vision because I couldn't see with it, He took my walking ability because He wanted me to get on my knees, He has turned my words into gibberish because that was all that I was really saying.  I heard the message loud and clear, I ended up in Catholic mass listening to a message I swear was written for me, I dropped down on my knees, I cried, I said my prayers and I saw the word of the Lord.

My blessings didn't end after my VA compensation, I then received a call from the job in Maine I had applied for to have a phone interview (I have my second one on Tuesday).  Today I quit my job here in Hawaii which is on all accounts an enormous relief because it's just full of drama.  My husband and I have found a townhouse in a remote location in the country with an owner that already is just so sweet I would love to have him as a landlord.

In a couple of weeks, my husband and I will be departing what I have considered MY HELL and intend on taking a drive cross country.  My heaven, my cool moments in the snow in Maine will begin shortly, and for that all I can say is "THANK YOU LORD!"

Keep believing and God Bless,
Emme

To be or not to be...

I just read an article called "Being the grown-up the kid in you always wanted".  The author Sarah McColl stated that psychologists believe that ages 8-10 is when someone is their authentic selves, which got me thinking, who was I back then?  I remember back then I already understood that I did not belong in the ghetto neighborhood where I was born and raised.  Through those ages I can't remember what I wanted to be when I grew up but since I've always been skinny, I bought into the hype that I needed to be a model so until around 4th grade I was convinced I was going to be Miss Universe.  In sixth grade I realized I was a great fashion designer and so I started a book of designs.  Then in 8 grade I discovered psychology and realized (having been born and raised in the ghetto) that inmates needed psychological support the most.  In high school and the first years in the military I was so into politics that I had already begun to plan my campaign...I was a total liberal back then but war did change my views in the opposite direction.  After going through war and getting diagnosed with MS, my mind started considering psychology again and after reading that article I realized that I was 8 when I lost someone I loved to suicide...If at that age I was my authentic self then I can tell you that at that moment all I wanted to do was reverse time, get on the phone and help her through her hell.  To this day I haven't forgiven myself for her death but now I wonder, knowing psychology is indeed my final destination, which form of psychology is now my constant struggle.

When I began college I began my major in psychology with a focus on PTSD.  Just like war turned me from liberal to conservative it also made me reconsider who needed my help the most.  When I was in Afghanistan, I was always the tough girl that always told the rest of the girls not to cry, we were soldiers at war, no crying needed!  And then one night in late October a medi-vac call came in, a soldier had lost both legs due to a grenade, which is unfortunately not surprising, but the tears I could hear coming through that night had ME crying that day.  I could tell that the SSG that passed away that day meant a lot to his soldiers and since that day, I've carried him with me as well.  I promised his memory that I would take care of his soldiers and  talking to so many veterans I realized that it's easy for me to talk to them and fortunately it's easy for them to talk to me and my desire to assist gained me the psychology of the year award.  I have helped a few guys through their sleepless nights, through their fear of being in crowded areas, and have helped them find and pursue their dreams with success and still their are so many more that at the moment I don't have enough education to help just yet.

With that being said though, I'd be lying if I said PTSD was my first passion, because the more I study both psychology and myself, I can state that I find abnormal psychology the most interesting thing in the world.  I became one of the many followers of the Casey Anthony case BECAUSE although I do not believe she is innocent, I wouldn't love anything more than to be able to have one session with her.  I wouldn't expect to hear the truth but the curiosity of what really goes through a psychopath's mind is too interesting to want to resist.  Not just psychological disorders like that interest me, but all the serious disorders like that intrigue me...I KNOW it's easy for me to reach and help people with depression and PTSD, but could I rise to the occasion of dealing with disorders that big?

Since I first got diagnosed with MS, many of my doctors have suggested that I help other people with their disorders since I appear to handling it so well (not that I do, I just don't let it show).  For about 3 years I've been getting treated in cancer wards and to see the unspoken pain on their faces simply kills me. 

So I find myself lost in so many ways...I know I want to get my masters in abnormal psychology only because I remember my Abnormal book taught me a little of all of these fields and I can not choose.  To be or not to be????  I decide to be a little bit of everything because when it is all said and done, we all suffer some form of a psychological disease and I do not want to EVER turn my back on anyone...that is my dedication to those I've lost because they have guided me to it.