Recently I found myself thinking, if I wasn’t in care, who would I actually be, what would I do? Would I still be passionate and dedicated to creating change for the most vulnerable in today’s society if it hasn’t affected me directly?
My coping mechanism was just to not allow it to consume me. My desire for something more, something better not knowing what but trusting God because hope was the answer when I can't find a tangible one. I have come to terms with the fact that this questionable feeling may never be resolved.