My Decision To Change My Life

A few months ago, I thought I had my whole life mapped out like a blue print. I had everything written down to perfection so much that even an audience member of my movie called life would be able to duplicate my hopes and futures because there was no complexity. There’s nothing wrong with having a plan for yourself, but sometimes you get lost in those plans. My entire life, I wanted to be a Political Science major that would eventually go to some fancy laws school such as Yale Law School, and become a top African American prosecutor. This dream didn’t seem too farfetched after I was accepted to my dream school, Spelman College as a Political Science major doing well in all my classes, it almost seemed too good to be true, and that was because

A person cannot just wake up one day and say “I don’t want to go to Law School, I want to go to Medical School”, especially if they’re making a rational decision. Growing up, I have always been told to do something big or you won’t matter, so whenever I would tell someone jokingly I wanted to be a mental therapist they would look at me with a blank eye and say “Oh that’s cool”. The lack of enthusiasm and support I would get from my family when joking about being a Psychiatrist, cause me to convince myself that, the hope of becoming one is nothing but a joke. Eventually, I captured a liking to law. The powerful demeanor of a Lawyer, the respect you received, and the money. It was so superficial now looking back on it. In contrast, to when I told people about my mental health desire, when I told family and friends about my choice to become a lawyer they were elated! A career path that many Americans respect, and promises to bring in a lot of money was all they needed to hear, and myself as well. However, none of this was right. What about my hope and dreams? My hopes and dreams was being treated like a hump of play doe, everyone grabbing some and distorting them to what they think they should be. At Spelman College, I’ve learned to love and value myself and by choosing a career that fits my hopes and desires, I’m doing just that. My goal is now becoming a true

My journey from a Political Science major to a Psychology major has been a long, tiring one that couldn’t have come at a better time. I’ve only been at Spelman College for a few months and I feel as if I’ve learned so much about myself and that is to be proud of who I am. This goes for that girl whose comfortable with going to school to become a dancer, the girl who’s taking the same curriculum as the girl who wants to become a doctor, or the girl who decided that school isn’t even for her. I couldn’t be any prouder of my decision I’ve made to become Psychiatrist, my lack of confidence in myself caused me to demean the career that turned out to be just as respectable, and hardworking as a Prosecutor. I am now future Psychiatrist whose passion is to help others while not losing myself in the process. If anyone has a problem with that I have one question for you, “Is my black excellence a threat to