Surprisingly, or maybe not so, my Counselling class at Uni is helping me a lot. Not in that I'm getting actual counselling or anything, but it's giving me a purpose, an ambition, something to look to the future for. I've always known I've wanted to work with people in some way, whether it be as a social worker, psychologist, or counsellor. It just feels... right. I go to this class, and look forward to learning more, and I realise that all this somehow feels so natural.
Perhaps this isn't a wasted life after all. Just because one fire is dying out, it doesn't mean another one isn't being lit. I need to keep reminding myself of that.
