Then I went to a ‘come and see’ program with the Oblates and in their home on the fireplace mantel was a vase of …yep you guessed it…blue roses. Ha! You have got to love a universe, a God with a sense of humor! For different reasons (that is for another story) I decided to not become a priest but I knew I wanted to work with people, help them have better lives and heal. This decision to not become a priest led me to make a decision to get my Masters in Social Work. This was in 1987.
A significant move to another state and a break up around that same time, surfaced a lot of old unhealed hurts which I had not dealt with. I had issues with loneliness, old hurts and chronic worry from drama during my parents divorce. They at times physical fought and during that time each morning was a bit of an unknown. Seeing your mom bruised is hard even if it didn’t happen often. Alcoholism was also part of the family drama. My break up opened up a lot of these wounds. This led me to seek counseling for the first time. I went into counseling for 2 reasons. One, I wanted the pain to go away and two if I was going to school to be a therapist it only made sense that I truly understood what it was like to be in therapy. My journey to heal and my spiritual journey have always been a part of the same journey.