Around my mid 20’s I found myself feeling very lost in life. I had graduated college with a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, but I didn’t know where or how to use it, so I ended up working a series of different jobs, none of which I liked much. I was also a new (single) parent, so I felt very lost and unfocused but was unsure of what direction to go in or where exactly to start. Little did I know, that point in a direction would be coming in the form of a tragedy within my own family. In 2010 I lost my father to suicide with no warning at all and a realization that I would never get answers to the questions I had for him, so I would need to find a way to make peace with it on my own. I applied to graduate school a few months after that with the intention of getting into a field where I could help and possibly prevent people from having to feel the pain I felt at the loss of someone you love. I also realized I wanted to help people like my dad, people who didn’t know how to ask for help or have the language to communicate about their emotions even if they wanted to.