Self Help - CammyWhite

Living this way would have seemed crazy 6 months ago. When she had been surrounded by the carefully constructed support system she had spent so much of her life maintaining. Her job, her family, her friends, all of which had taken up so much time, and given so much comfort that she’d never questioned it. She’d worked as a nurse, seemed the logical choice after spending much of her early life caring for others and had lived in s small terrace house in Middlesbrough, not far from where she had grown up. She’d left school and married young, as was the tradition in her family, to her childhood sweetheart Bill, who’d grown up 4 doors down on the same street as her. The two of them had been content, both working long hours in order to bring in enough money to give the kids what they had needed and enjoying the time they had off as a family and they had albums full of smiling photos depicting white Christmases and chocolate covered children at Easter but as the years went on she could never fight that thought. The thought that she wasn’t supposed to have, the thought that maybe there was more. She’d been raised to believe that her role was to be a mum, to raise children and to keep her husband happy, not to question that. As the children got older her and Bill had become more and more separate and once they had left home she finally realised how different from her he really was. They had continued living together and had a great friendship which she still cherished but she had known it for awhile, she needed to change something, to stop waiting for some great adventure to come her. They’d all called her crazy, at her age! And maybe she was, but she as she sat there, listening to the strange calls of the animals in jungles near by she knew that she was finally doing what she needed to be.