As mentioned in my “About Me” page, which you may have ignored as the title is in French and not English and you most likely saw it and thought to yourself, I don’t speak French, this is AMERICA and we speak AMERICAN, I have a ten year plan. While a lot of it involves graduating with honors from college and going to graduate school in Paris, a significant part of the plans I have laid out for myself for what I want to do with the rest of my life involves working PR.
As a child and young adult I always thought I wanted to be a psychologist, helping people with mental disorders and serving as a listening ear for people that need one. However, upon taking my first psychology class, AP Psych, my senior year of highschool, I learned that a psychology major was definitely not in the cards for me. It involves a lot of science and statistics, two things I am terrible at.
The idea to work in public relations came from the sibling of a good friend one evening when I was watching Bo Burnham’s What for the umpteenth time with my friend Drake, who I should appreciate more and should buy coffee sometime and miss dearly ever since he went to college (at least that’s what the shortcut in my phone for his name says, thanks to the one night he stole my phone and added it). We were sitting on the couch and I was speaking with his older sister Casey about college. When I told her I was thinking of majoring in psychology at one point but now I was feeling a little lost, her whole face lit up and she loudly proclaimed:
“YOU SHOULD GO INTO PR, IT WOULD BE PERFECT FOR YOU!”
The moment she said it I knew. I knew in my heart she was right and public relations was the major for me. I had decided, and it felt great, but I had no clue what I wanted to do with it.
Around that same point in my life, it became increasingly more evident that I had an eating disorder, and upon telling my parents I began treatment at the eating disorders program in a prestigious psychiatric facility in Tulsa, Laureate. There I met my lovely therapist, who I confided everything in and instantly formed a bond with, and when treatment had ended and I was officially in recovery, I made a realization that would stick with me for the rest of my life.
This is what I wanted to do.
While being a counselor wasn’t exactly right for me and I had no desire to go to medical school, I realized that places like Laureate need all the PR they can get, reaching out to as many people as they can in the hopes of potentially helping people seek treatment for eating disorders. I knew that I wanted to work PR for the eating disorders program of a hospital, giving me the opportunity to help others who are in the position I was once in myself, while also having a career I love, doing the work I was born to do.
Though it will take a lot of work and potentially a masters degree, I am determined to work my ass off until I can fulfill this dream of mine to work PR at a place like Laureate. If I can help even one person the way that I was helped when I was in treatment, then my life’s work would be complete and I can rest assured that the fateful night on my friend’s couch was not in vain, and that I am living the life I am supposed to be living.