I spent most of my life bouncing between career ideas, finding things that I loved, and then realizing there was no way I could make a career out of them. My early passions included mythology, linguistics, poetry, philosophy, music and comic book art, none of which would have supported me in adult life. When I was a junior in highschool, I took an advanced placement psychology class, and it cemented an idea that had been forming in my head for months: I would make an excellent psychologist or therapist. Being in a romantic relationship with someone with severe mental health issues had taught me that helping people was one of my strongest gifts, and I loved doing it. One of the highest appeals of being a psychologist, over another career or over a different branch of the cognitive science field, was that I would have the opportunity to work with normal people, who need help and who were coming to me to find it. In this career, my livelihood would be helping people grow and get healthier; I would be sitting down and helping people all day every day, doing my best to make their lives better. I’m willing to take up the mantle of the legendary sin-eater because I want to make the world a better place, one sad, lonely, broken person at a time.