My Journey to Becoming a Social Worker

    Yes, I am a social work major and no, I don’t go around with a backpack snatching babies from their families. So this article is a bit personal and about my journey to finding my passion.

​     When I first started college I was an early education major but after two semesters I realized that I actually have a passion for social work. Now not everyone in my family or in my life loved that I was going to be a social worker and some even told me that I wouldn’t enjoy it and that I’d regret it. But then I took my first class, and I fell in love with it. I honestly couldn’t imagine doing anything else. But the one thing I hate is the stigma surrounding social workers. Many don’t know what it is besides that some work for CPS or DSS. Well, I wish that I could work in those fields but my heart is too big and I would either come home crying every day or I would kidnap all of my clients. I want to either be a school social worker or work with elderly people and be their advocate. 

    While social workers are looked down upon quite a bit of the time, I have realized I honestly don’t care. I want to help people and nobody’s opinion is going to stop me. I am a very stubborn woman, just ask everyone in my family. But I am going to use my stubbornness for good instead of harm. I am going to stick up for what I believe in, and in turn, stick up for people so they can thrive. Since being in college I have learned that I lived a pretty privileged life growing up. I never wanted for anything, always had food, had a roof over my head, was able to explore my interests in high school, go to college, and overall have a really good life. After realizing this, I wanted to help others achieve the same thing.

    Becoming a social worker is something that I am very passionate about and I cannot wait to achieve my dream. Hopefully, I will be able to help those who come to me and for all of my haters, y’all can watch me become successful. *mic drop*

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