When my summer ran away with me, so did my momentum for working the PPD problem in military communities. Then last week, I had my first conference call as a PSI Coordinator for military families (how cool is that?!). That lit a fire under me, and I’ve spent the week beginning to work the issue through–calling folks to find out what resources are out there, and hatching little plans in my head to increase awareness of the issue.
I’m starting at home, because that just makes sense, and things are starting to happen. I’m hoping that eventually, I’ll be able to present some material to the powers that be, and to people who are in a position to help Mom’s dealing with PPMDs. I’ll have a meeting this week with a social worker on base to talk about setting up a support group. Things are going to happen. My awareness and advocacy buttons are all pushed, and I’m ready to yell loud… Actually, I think I’m channeling Mom. 😉
It’s exciting. And for the first time since I stopped teaching, I feel purposeful and fulfilled and like I’m doing more than spinning my wheels.
I love it.