I love the field of clinical psychology because it is filled with people that have been through hell & walk out of the flames carrying buckets of water for those still consumed by the fire.
The values upon which this country was founded continue to transform my life. We civilians have had the privilege of tasting freedom in a way our veterans never will. Since coming to the United States, I have had many people advocate for my freedom and I have been able to achieve that freedom because of those that fought relentlessly to ensure every one of us has it... So many lives have been lost for people like us to sleep peacefully at night and to wake up free the next day.
This Memorial Day, let us not forget...
It is the VETERAN, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the VETERAN, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the VETERAN, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the VETERAN, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote.
It is the VETERAN who salutes the Flag, It is the VETERAN who serves under the Flag.
Hope you are have a meaningful Memorial Day 🇺🇸
You don’t ever have to apologize for feeling sad. You aren’t being too sensitive. You aren’t imagining things or being overdramatic. You’re being true to yourself by honoring your emotions, and that is never something you have to feel ashamed of. Whether you have a need that isn’t being met, an old wound that’s been reopened, a person in your life who is making you feel small, a painful memory of something from the past, or an emptiness from the loss of someone you care about—there is always something underlying our sadness, and whatever it is, it’s important and valid. Whatever it is, it deserves to be expressed and felt.
As my brother and I were shoveling our driveway and sidewalk for the millionth time this weekend, our middle-aged next-door neighbor--who recently got knee surgery--comes out of nowhere with a snowblower. He proceeds to do our sidewalk and half our driveway. I thank him and he smiles. Next thing I know, 5 of his little grandchildren run down our sidewalk with little shovels and shoes that glow. They are singing Christmas carols while shoveling our sidewalk. As I stand there in gratitude, awe, & shock, I watch this gold-hearted man continue to snowplow the rest of the neighborhood's main sidewalks. He also went out of his way to clear the driveway for the senior citizens on our street. Way to set an example for these beautiful children...way to set an example for me and for the rest of mankind. Faith in humanity restored.
Not too long ago, I was in medical school and I thought I was pursuing my dreams of becoming a physician. Little did I know, God had another plan for me. His plan was for me to be happy. As I walk into midterm week of my second year in grad school studying clinical psychology, I can’t help but reflect on how happy I truly am now…
So happy to spend nights working as a Mental Health Counselor at a Chicagoland hospital that gives back to its diverse community by treating the uninsured.
So happy to have been placed at a practicum site that challenges me in all the right ways and motivates me to be a better person.
So happy to be completing assignments in this doctoral program while taking additional classes for LPC licensure.
So happy to remain in touch with old friends despite no longer seeing them as often as I'm used to.
So happy to have met the people who have recently entered my life and have given me the privilege of calling them a friend.
So happy to be with myself at my apartment on weekdays and back to the suburbs with my family and friends on weekends.
So happy that despite all the workload, time has been generous to me and has provided me with the opportunity to pursue my interests/hobbies: therapy, magic/illusions, research in neurodevelopmental trauma, karaoke-ing it up with people from all over the world, going on shopping sprees, and netflixing the nights away.
So happy for ministry where my spirituality is no longer on the back-burner but is now on the forefront of my daily life, permeating every aspect of my being.
So happy that even on my best days, my happiest days, I think of God & ask for His blessing just as much as I would on my worst, saddest days.