The holidays often look magical from the outside, but many people quietly feel overwhelmed, drained, and pressured to meet endless expectations. I remember the years when I had two babies and spent Christmas driving from place to place, trying to make it to four different gatherings in one day. By the end of it, I was exhausted and disconnected from the very meaning of the holiday.

When I decided to become a social worker, I never imagined that I would land my dream job before I even graduated. But that is exactly what happened. I was offered a position as a school social worker, at the very school my own children attended. This was not just good timing, this was God at work.

For the last five years, I have poured my heart into that role. I have loved the smiles, the laughter, the hugs, and even the tears. It has been a gift to walk alongside children and families in both their joyful and most difficult moments. Being a school social worker has brought me more fulfillment than I can put into words.

As time went on, I earned my clinical license as a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. I started a small online private practice on the side. My intention was simple, just two or three clients, a little extra income, and something meaningful to continue doing even during school breaks.

But what happened next surprised me.