On November 1st, 2014, I began a life-changing adventure that would take me places I’d never dreamt. I started my international social work journey; a journey that I daydreamed about in grad school and while working in community-based mental health. Oh how I longed to be exhumed and rescued from the endless burial of clinical notes, a million post-it note “call back” reminders, and interdisciplinary team meetings that sharpened my skill of sleeping with my eyes open. I imagined riding off into the sunset to a third world country advocating for clean water, working at the United Nations for equal rights of women in the Middle East, or, maybe, I could assemble an aggressive effort to stop child sex human-trafficking. “That’s exactly what I’ll do,” I told myself each time I watched CNN or Al-Jazeera. While my colleagues caroled in unison their plans of pursuing doctorates or private practice ventures, I secretly diagnosed myself as an outcast. After separating the meat from the bones, I honed my interests and focused my efforts.
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I couldn’t see you again at the conference. Thinking I will see you the next day never asked you for your contact information. Hopefully we can connect.
Hi Cynthia, Which conference are you we talking about?
Interested in travel! Please guide me in the right direction! I’m currently an LMSW OR LGSW one Alabama
I have had success with these particular companies in relocating overseas: magellanhealth.com and sri-hq.com. Tell me how it works out for you.