A cute 3-bedroom townhome in a good neighborhood, a park in front for my sister and I to play, and an elementary school we could walk to when we got old enough. This was the neighborhood my parents had moved to when my sister and I were very young. It seemed like the perfect start to a great life. This was until my parents separated when I was three. My mom was in and out of court fighting with my dad for child support and the divorce process lasted 6 years. During this time, my mom, my sisters and I lived in extreme poverty. Our life consisted of highs and lows, but with extreme reoccurring lows and very few highs. We went to food pantries, have been on food stamps multiple times, as well as received benefits such as unemployment when my mom was in between jobs. Growing up in this lifestyle forced me to grow up much faster than a child in elementary school typically does. Despite our constant struggle, this lifestyle has greatly influenced the person I am today and led me to my prospective career as a social worker.
I’ve always had a passion for helping people in anyway I can. As I learned more about social work as a career, domestic abuse stuck out to me. As a result of my childhood, I really feel I have a passion to help with this social issue.