About the Traveling Social Worker

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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.

-Ciji

5 thoughts on “About the Traveling Social Worker

  1. Cynthia says:

    Hello Ciji!!

    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.

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