To me, eggs symbolize the hope inherent in motherhood

In the fall of 2006, I briefly lost my mind. I began homeschooling my 4 boys, entered a Master’s program in mental health counseling, and folded my magazine, Porch. Porch had begun as a dream of mine, and had turned into a nightmare, consuming our family’s savings. We were struggling. The combined stress of tight finances mixed with more than a little guilt that I had somehow caused it by selfishly pursuing a dream was enough. But starting to homeschool and begin a Master’s degree at the same time? I entered therapy.

I only needed a couple of months, being heard by a therapist, reminding myself of my strengths and learning some stress reduction techniques.

What I also took away from that brief but super low period was the importance of easy and free (or cheap) access to mental health counseling.

Nancia Leath has become a mentor for me as I pursue my degree in mental health counseling. She’s far away geographically, but her way of being with clients is super close to my heart. This essay, Teardrops of a Mother, by Nancia Leath, captures the essence of what is possible through good mental health counseling.

In my case, I had tons of support, internal strengths and, really, a life skill set that meant that my low period would be brief and I would persevere. Things would (and did) get better.

For other mothers, though, there isn’t nearly enough support, and, in fact, quite a few hurdles as they try to raise their children.

Soon, I will begin my field experience to finish my degree and get ready to become a mental health counselor. If I am able to help mothers find their way the time spent will be justified.