A Piece of My Story - Overview

I'd like to believe, I was a promising youth.  People who have knew me often see a beautiful soul, a strong character. They saw me as a vibrant, sociable, talented and charming lady. Before my third decade, I was in the industry of teaching and counseling/coaching (part-time status which helped me cater to the variety of work I do). I love my profession so much. My students refer to me as their Professor; but of course, I was only an Instructor then. Once, I taught in a Nursing school where most of my students were older than me and I was well-loved. I was on my way to my Master’s degree. I had a job and was a volunteer in a couple of foundations. I have counselees and clients from network referrals. 

Life was good, indeed. On one end. I was often told to slow down.  I didn't feel the need of it because I wasn't even rushing. I was in some ways "lucky" to have what I wanted happen quickly and easily. Not everyone was happy as I was.

But suddenly, I felt I was “promising youth gone wrong.”

I took a turn; a wrong turn.

Although, I was very certain that I love my work; I gave it up after a few scratches, some unsolicited opinions and endless criticisms drained me. I tried to take a shift. 

Somehow, I kept being drawn back in to my previous profession I kept moving away too. The thought of career shift has taken me (to quiet the noise of people deeming my life is a waste despite what I was accomplishing). Somehow, and true in ways, my finances does not appear as stable as my family expected.  It only placed my career in a loop; a vicious loop.

I got into relationship and eventually got married. It went sour. It soon revealed to be an abusive relationship, with much controlling and psychological manipulations. There were even economic abuses. I experienced domestic violence and abuse. And much of the violence and abuse happened only after the marriage.

I was a promising youth.  Many would never have imagined I’d walk the road I trod. I did. I felt lost. I survived. I’m choosing to thrive.

I ran away from me but now, I am owning my story. I am working on a better finale.

(**Disclaimer: The professional regulation on counseling and it's practice has not been passed as a law back then. I was privileged to be under the tutelage of an expert Clinical practitioner, who allowed for the use of the job title as well.)