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Moving Forward

I am 34 years old, soon to be 35 and I am starting on May 6th at Southern New Hampshire University for my bachelors in Psychology. When I thought about college and what I wanted to do I've for years gone back and forth between wanting to go into this field of study, one minute wanting to do it and the next thinking I couldn't do it. There are many times I wished I would have done it sooner but mentally I was prepared for it like I am now. 


Being a mental health advocate is great but not enough for me. I feel as though the best way to help and advocate for mental health is to become a part of the solution. Giving a more diverse option when it comes to mental health and therapists. Although it feels a little late in life to get started on my Bachelors and eventually my Masters I know that I can do whatever I set my mind and heart to and so can you. 

So the takeaway from this particular post is that no matter where you are in life you can do whatever it is you set your heart to. No matter how young or how old, I have done two things in the last year I thought I would never get a chance to do; publish my book Genevieve Lost, and go back to school. I believe in you! So believe in yourself. 

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