I couldn't succeed in college as a first generation college student until I recognized I was one. I drop out of college in 2009, raise my GPA at our community college in 2010, and in 2011, move to NYC for B.A program in Psychology & Creative Writing.
2011
I was offered a spot to put me on track to earn a Ph.D in Psychology which at the time was *the* dream. As someone who tried to earn her worth, I wasn't sure the dream was my dream. After plotting a deeply internalized abandonment narrative through a series of almost relationships and breakups that echo some earlier sadness, I decide to make being in therapy (and writing my way through the process) a way of life.
2013
I establish a personal relationship with Jesus through prayer and this is transformative. I enroll in an MFA program in creative writing where I begin re-claiming my family history - and my identity - through my creative process.
I fly to Iceland to deliver a paper alongside my mentors at an international psychoanalytic conference. The paper is about what role art and therapy have in repairing a sense of self. My gram always used to say "this too shall pass" and in this moment I know what it feels like to be on the other side of a hard thing.
I "cross the pond" to lead a panel on my two favorite subjects: psychoanalysis, and religion. While there, I visit Virginia Woolf's country home and express gratitude to this woman writer who taught me that to survive, we have to make meaning and that to make meaning, we have to believe our inner-most thoughts are worthy of writing down.
2016
home is a place I'm always returning
this is me feeling belonging for the first time
Gentle reminder: Growth does happen in a straight line.