@HappyCrafter I never quite narrowed down what I wanted to major in because my mother never gave me a choice or let me explore my options, but I want a creative career that has something to do with acting, film, fashion, art, something like that. THERE is my passion. My mom always said they were a "dime a dozen" and that kind of career "wouldn't get me anywhere", barring me from pursuing that. I had leading roles in all my high school's theatre productions. I'm also thinking about teaching either middle or high school age students, maybe English or general life science. Also, that way I wouldn't have to be stuck somewhere late at night (that triggers major anxiety), weekends off to travel or whatever and I wouldn't have to wear a uniform. I require a career that allows me at least that kind of freedom. Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me if I can't get into the entertainment industry. I've had some amazing teachers and there needs to be more people like them. Maybe I can teach other young people what I've learned and experienced. I had a life science teacher who told me that "it's okay to be different", "to have a friend, you must be a friend" and she would make up fun raps to memorize principles (like the organelles, stages of cell division, etc). and had a great way of connecting. That would be my teaching style.

My therapist is very compassionate and understanding. I feel like he "gets" me better than my own family and sees the struggles my family members can't or choose not to. (They're nice people, but they don't speak the language of mental/emotional wellness and their empathy traits are a little deficient). He is kind, he doesn't mollycoddle or enable but when I talk to him, I feel like a normal person and that I don't have to apologize or minimize my feelings about what I go through or fear being "overly dramatic" or "immature". He tells me I'm a very intelligent and poised young woman. He has also been bullied in the workplace by people who simply decided they don't like him, he's been threatened to be fired, etc. and he's helped me recover from PTSD after being sexually abused as a teen. He gave me his personal phone number in case I needed it and there have been times I've spiralled in the winter (I have seasonal affective disorder) and even now where my job has made me so depressed I've been having.... out of character thoughts, but alas, I lost the card with the number on it out of my back pocket one day so I'll have to wait until school starts late August. I trust and like him a lot.