Families are the foundation of our lives. -Terri Rohda

Arent they? They are the ones there when we were young...they will be there when we are old. Sometimes our foundations has cracks...some bigger then others. I growing up had the role of the glue that held those cracks together so the entire foundation wouldnt fall apart. For many years I dealt with it because it was my family yet secretly resented it and wanted to fly away to my own life. Finally got to a point in my life where the cracks were still there yet the foundation was finally settled enough to where it wouldnt crumble at the moment of my absense...and I flew. I moved across the country. The hardest decision of my life. A double edged sword. It hurt so much yet it felt so good. Felt as I was disappointing them but finally respecting myself. Ive never cried so hard or smiled so big. I appreciate them so much more being 1500 miles away. Im finally free and able to take care of myself and my goals. I had to figure out who I was, what my goals even were, what I liked and disliked...I didnt know any of it. When my family finally was at a stable level of disfunction I felt as though my job was done and noone needed me yet I found myself more lost then I had ever been in my life. Who was I? I had to figure that out. When you spend your entire life taking care of other people that becomes your identity and you loose your sense of your own. It was an amazing sense of loss and of being lost. I learned about my self that I am codependent on helping people. That my life wont be satisfying if I am not but I needed to do it for an occupation and keep it out of my personal life so in 2007 I started college at 27 years old. I am now 30. I am majoring in psychology because it is something that I am great at and I am pre-med for psychiatry so that I can help everyone without limits. It has been a long road and college as an adult is a struggle but this time the struggle is mine and mine alone. Ill keep truckin