Realizing that change is good

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I have always been a believer that change is good. I have moved 9 times in the almost 4 years I have lived in Salt Lake City. My group of friends has changed as I have matured and so has my clothing styles. I never had a problem accepting change in my life.

Almost 3 years ago I was diagnosed with a complex form of depression.  My immediate thought was that I was crazy. I have always been this over-achiever; I have never quit anything in my life until I had to retire from my promising volleyball career.  The one thing my depression could never have anticipated was that I am a true to the bone optimist. It has always been a knee jerk reaction for me to find the optimism in everything. Fast forward to 2012, I am a better person for what I have survived and thrived through. Everyday is a hill that I willingly climb; I look forward to it.

My freshman year of college I took my first class of higher-level psychology. I left the class with my mind whirling. I remember calling my mother talking a million miles an hour. But the idea of majoring in psychology was out of the question for me. I was meant to be a doctor. I had this dream since I was 12, and I had no intention of letting go. When I started this fall semester, the idea of medical school made me anxious. That excitement I felt when I was younger was gone. I was looking into psychology and what I could do with it, but I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t prepared to.  

It has always been one of my favorite things to talk to my friends about situations in their lives and how I can talk them through it; it was never my motive to solve their problems but rather to listen and care. I could feel myself slowing loving the idea of being a counselor more and more. I always believed that everyone at some point in his or her lives could use therapy.

I took a deep breath and accepted what was right in front of me, I am meant to be a counselor. I changed my major to psychology. To best express how I feel since I accepted my change is absolute happiness. I look forward to all the good I will have the ability to do. The funny thing is now when people ask me what my major is and I tell them, the first thing they ask is if I am analyzing them. I laugh because my pedestal will never be high enough to for me to feel I have any right analyze someone when immediately meeting them.

Change is such a wonderful blessing. I have a path in front of me that I look forward to and I expect even more change along the way and I embrace it with an open heart and mind.

I’m just a 20-something figuring it out.