I've gone back to school. I have decided that my program (aka my baby) is far more successful than I could've ever imagined. The data is incredible--over 75% of program participants are still sober at 6 month follow up. That's amazing. I'm so proud of my baby.
Since I last blogged, my program has been recognized as a top performer by the federal government, I was invited to speak about my program at a national conference, and we've been awarded enough funding to keep the program going for another 5 years. I have been very, very fortunate.
I have accomplished much more with this program than I ever thought I would in my lifetime. Now I'm itching for a new challenge. So what next? Well, I was thinking about all the times I mentioned therapy on this blog. I realized that while I don't have any clinical training, my amateur therapist diagnoses at work can be pretty accurate. And I recognized that for some strange reason, people find it easy to open up to me. I think Fate is trying to tell me that I should become a therapist.
I am now a graduate student at USC's School of Work (yes, I'm back at my alma mater and, yes, I'm taking these classes online). I thought I would share with you my admissions essay. When a friend proofread it, her first comment was, "This reads like a blog post." I guess I'll just make it one.