mental health

The Intervention Letter Part 2

Lately, I’ve been feeling like a failure.  Like someone who is unsuccessful and doesn’t give back to the community.  Like someone who will never be a productive member of society.  Like my life is worthless.  Like I was a fraud for going to a Returned Peace Corps Volunteers event because I only completed 5 months of service.  I’ve felt hopeless, helpless, lonely, and ashamed.  You guys seemed to really like my last Intervention Letter, so I’ve decided to write another one for how I’m currently feeling.

The Intervention Letter
The quote on the right says, “We have done the impossible and that makes us mighty.”
-Captain Malcolm Reynolds

The Intervention Letter (Assignment from Park Ridge IOP)

“The script each person reads during a family intervention is called the intervention letter.  We are going to be writing an intervention letter to ourselves regarding our negative core beliefs.

Ideally, you want your letter to:

  1. Communicate genuine love and compassion for yourself, and to convey that you only want to see yourself get better
  2. Help yourself realize the severity of the impact of the core belief on daily life
  3. Help yourself to understand that your belief and its daily self-talk manifestations and behavioral impact cause hurt and pain
  4. Clearly express commitment to accept change through challenging negative core beliefs and living as if you believed new balanced beliefs about yourself/others/world
  5. Clearly express the consequences of not adjusting beliefs and living with old patterns of negative thinking”


Dear Catherine,
Look at you, out in the world doing things even though you’re depressed and all you want to do is stay in bed and watch Netflix all day every day!  You took two memoir writing classes, you’re taking a sewing class, you’ve gone bowling and out for tea and to numerous movies, even some where you had to sit by people you didn’t know.  You’ve somewhat kept up with your blog, you’re doing a podcast and blog with Joanne about mental health that is helping who knows how many people, and you try your very hardest to be there for your friends when they need you.  You submitted an essay you wrote to eleven different publications.  Even though you haven’t gotten published yet, you will one day.  You are courageous, strong, intelligent, and giving.  You write well and you take good care of River.  Even the vet said you’re a good dog mom.  You make a conscious choice every day to do Opposite Action- getting out of bed and going and doing things even though you want to hide away from the world and everyone in it.

Your core belief that you are a failure is affecting everything in your life.  It changes the way you view yourself, others, and the world around you.  You are constantly comparing yourself to other people’s success even though their definitions of success may be very different from what your definition of success needs to be right now because of your illness.  You are depressed.  You have been depressed for seven months.  You need to cut yourself some slack.  It is not feasible or realistic right now to expect yourself to have a job or own a home or buy a new car.  It is not fair to you to judge yourself based on where the lives of people you love are or are going.  You have different needs from them right now.

Your job is to keep getting out of the bed, day after day, until one day it doesn’t feel so monumental.  Your job is to try to keep showering as often as possible.  Your job is to take your medications as prescribed.  Your job is to go to therapy for your appointments.  Your job is to have active conversations with your psychiatrist about what the next step is.  Your job may or may not include ECT in the coming months, which I know is very scary for you.  Your job is to keep yourself alive.  1 in 3 people with Bipolar Disorder attempt suicide and 1 in 5 successfully complete suicide.  Your job is to not become one of those statistics.  In those respects, you are very much not a failure.  When you change your definition of success, which won’t happen overnight, you’ll see that you are accomplishing great things for where you are in your life and in light of the fact that you have Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Panic Attacks.  You are alive after suffering from Bipolar Disorder for 3.5 years.  That in itself is a feat you should be proud of.

Your self-talk about you being a failure and your life being worthless has a horrible effect on your mood.  I know that it’s hard to change your self-talk, especially when you are depressed and feel like everything is horrible and going horribly wrong, but try to use your Thought Diary Worksheets to help you come up with better and healthier ways of thinking about yourself.  Telling yourself “I am worthless”, “I don’t deserve to go to RPCV functions”, “I’ll never amount to anything”, “I am not a productive citizen”, “I am incapable of helping others”, and all of the other self-talk you have been using lately is unhealthy.  It is demeaning and untrue.  It’s time to print out those worksheets and keep them with you in your purse.  It’s time to keep copies beside your bed.  It’s time to really use them because you know how well they can work to change negative thinking patterns.  It’s time to commit to different ways of thinking.  You must at least try, even if you don’t believe the “balanced thoughts” section at the end of the worksheet at first.  You must keep trying and trying until you start to belief in your worth as a person again.

If you keep going down this road, you will just become more and more depressed.  If you keep letting these thoughts control you, you could have to be hospitalized again.  If you don’t start trying for change, you’ll never know how much better you could feel.  I know it’s hard when depression has you in it’s grips.  I know it feels like this will never end and you will always feel this way, but you’ve come out of this before and you will come out of it again, even if it means increasing your medication by a bunch or doing Electro Convulsive Therapy.  You are so loved by so many people and you owe it to yourself and to them to do your best to get better.  So please, try the worksheets to help you overcome some of your “Stinkin’ Thinkin’.”

Love Always,



Thought Diary 3- Resource for Negative Thinking


mental health



This post is going to sound like an Ode to Catherine and I apologize for that.  I’m usually self deprecating and have very low self-esteem, so writing this will be a big challenge for me, but I feel that it needs to be done.  My therapist recently suggested to me that I start celebrating ALL achievements, no matter how small or insignificant they seem.  I have a really hard time doing that, but this post will be an attempt at celebrating some achievements.  It is my goal to be kinder to myself and celebrate achievements, no matter how small, in the new year.  It’s not a resolution, exactly, but rather a way I’d like to live my life differently in small ways to make it better.

I’m writing this post for a bad day and saving it in my drafts on WordPress in hopes that I will read it and post it when I’m feeling down.  (Author’s Note: I’m not feeling particularly down on the day of posting, but for the past few days I have been incredibly apathetic and haven’t really felt any motivation or felt like doing a single thing, so I thought it would be a good time for me to re-read this post and send it out into the world.) . Today is neither good nor bad, but I’m making an effort to be positive and optimistic in this post.  Last night, I had my dad help me hang the above items above the desk where I write as a reminder that I have accomplished things, even though it often doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything at all.  Even though I didn’t complete my Peace Corps service, I went and I tried and that is more than most people can say.  I even lasted five months before having to come home and it wasn’t really my choice to come home, though I did have a say in whether or not I stayed home and I simply wasn’t well enough to go back to South Africa.  I lived in rural African villages for five months.  How many people from America can say that?  That certificate is signed by the(n) President of the United States, Barack Obama, which is very cool and makes me feel proud.

I did well in both my undergraduate and graduate course work in spite of battling crippling depression, anxiety, and migraines.  I don’t know if you can read it, but that undergraduate degree is from the Honors College at Western Carolina University and it says “Magna Cum Laude”, which means “with great honor” or “with high praise.”  I graduated with my B.S. in Psychology with a 3.802 GPA and with my M.A.Ed. in School Counseling with a 3.944 GPA, so when I look at it objectively, I did very well in School.  I also graduated high school with a 4.3 GPA, but I don’t suppose high school really counts anymore at this point.

I asked for help when I needed it this summer and checked myself into the psych ward even though it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.  It turned out to be the scariest and the best thing I’ve ever done for myself.  I take all of my medicines as prescribed, go to all of my appointments with my psychiatrist and counselor, and generally work very hard at my mental wellness.  I don’t drink or do drugs, which is kind of a big deal for a person who has Bipolar Disorder.

I advocate for myself with my doctor and therapist when it comes to my illness and my well-being.  I ask questions and participate in my treatment planning instead of just sitting back and letting my providers make all of the decisions.  The three of us agreed training River as a service dog would increase my quality of life, so I’ve gotten River trained (with financial help from a couple of other people).

I wrote three children’s books recently about my service dog, River the Wonderdale.  I submitted them to several agents and a publishing company.  I heard back from the publishing company asking for copies of my manuscripts, which I sent them immediately.  I’m waiting to hear back from them about whether or not they are interested.  I have compiled journal entries and blog posts to use to write a memoir about living with Bipolar Disorder and I start a memoir writing class on January 17th at my local community college.

I stand up for what I believe in and will be marching (or maybe will have marched by the time this has been posted) on Washington in January for the Women’s March on Washington.

Lately, I haven’t been sleeping for 12 hours at a time.  I was going to sleep between midnight and 2AM and waking up around 1PM.  I’ve been going to bed at a reasonable time and waking back up at a reasonable time as well.  This is because of a great new medication I’m taking, but it’s a medication my therapist suggested that I then asked the doctor for, so I’m counting it as an accomplishment.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that there are a lot of bad, dark, scary, shitty things in my life, but there are a lot of light, bright, great, wonderful things, too and it’s time that I start doing my best to acknowledge those and the part I play in bringing them about.

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My Peace Corps Story

I recently learned that there is a RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer) Portal on the Peace Corps website and that there is a place for Returned Volunteers to share their stories about what service was like for them.  This is what I wrote:

My name is Catherine, I’m from Asheville, North Carolina, and I arrived in South Africa to serve in the Peace Corps as an education volunteer on July 4, 2013.  My story is not the typical Peace Corps story as I did not complete all twenty-seven months of my service.  In fact, I only completed five months of service before I was medically evacuated and seven months of service total before I was medically separated from the Peace Corps.  I would describe how I felt when I arrived in South Africa as furiously happy.  I had never felt more alive or more passionate in my life.  I was finally living my dream of helping other people and truly making a difference.  I didn’t feel homesick, but I did feel something else that I still can’t quite put my finger on and have never felt since.  Everything was new and different.  There was no one I had known for any length of time with me.  I was completely and totally out of my comfort zone.  I had traveled to Kenya by myself once before, but it was only for two weeks.  Knowing that I would be in South Africa for twenty-seven months made this feeling entirely different.  I imagine there aren’t a ton of people outside of Peace Corps Volunteers and RPCVs who understand the feeling of being thousands of miles away from home with no access to your family, support system, or existing friends and knowing that you have to adapt and make new friends and create a new support system.

I was mentally ill before the Peace Corps, but I was stable on a medication regimen I had been on for a while.  I had suffered from depression and anxiety for over a decade by the time I left for service with it sometimes being under control and sometimes being at the forefront of my life.  I became depressed not too long after arriving in country, maybe a month later.  I expressed suicidal thoughts to a close PCV friend who was adamant that I contact the PCMO, but at the time I refused.  They were nothing I hadn’t dealt with successfully a hundred times before and I was terrified I would be sent home.  Some days I would do ok, but other days I was so depressed that getting out of bed felt like a monumental chore.  During PST it wasn’t as bad, but once I got to permanent site, the depression set in like a black dog laying on my chest.

My favorite memory of Peace Corps happened during PST.  I decided to go on a walk through my village one day and I ran into some children playing in the street.  They asked what I was doing and I explained that I was going on a walk.  They asked if they could come with me and I told them that it would be great if they wanted to come.  A few children quickly became four which quickly became six which, by the middle of our walk, became something like twelve children walking through the streets of my village with me with all of us singing and dancing, primarily to the Sepedi version of “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes.”  The experience was pure joy.  The children were so happy to be playing, singing, dancing, and laughing with me and I was so grateful to them for sharing their time with me and making me feel like I belonged in their home.  My host family during PST was equally amazing, laughing with me, letting me help cook, making me delicious fat cakes, and treating me like a real member of the family.

I don’t really have any proudest achievement from serving in the Peace Corps because I didn’t really achieve anything while I was there aside from lasting five months before finally caving and going home.  I helped partially set up a library in my school, but it was with books the previous PCV had gotten donated.  I was supposed to start helping the ladies that ran a bakery in my village, but I got pulled into Pretoria by medical before that could happen.  I guess the thing I’m most proud of is that I gained the trust of many of my students and helped them to understand that there are adults out there who care about them and won’t just use them to get chores done.  In my village, I saw a lot of children (and women) being treated very poorly and it was very frustrating to me.  I wasn’t always the most kind or the best friend I could be to my fellow PCVs (I think the mental illness had a lot to do with that), but I worked hard to treat people I encountered in my village well.  The children knew that they could talk to me about anything and I would treat them with respect and I am very proud of that fact.  In return, I was honest with them and did my best to describe my experience of depression to them.

My permanent host family was great, but I don’t think they were quite sure what to do with the depressed and confused American girl who showed up on their doorstep and wanted to be left alone all the time.  All I wanted to do was be alone in my house binge watching Breaking Bad or talking to my American family and friends.  I feel very badly about not becoming more involved with my host family and I feel as though I disappointed them or let them down somehow by not being well enough to fully integrate the way their previous Peace Corps Volunteer had.  I think it’s worth noting at some point during this story that, by Peace Corps standards, I was sexually assaulted twice during my stay in South Africa with a third event that was questionable but undoubtedly uncomfortable.  One time a stranger grabbed my butt, one time a stranger grabbed my hand and kissed it repeatedly while asking me to marry him and wouldn’t let me take my hand away, and one time the Vice Principal of my school did something during a handshake that meant something very dirty and inappropriate.  The PCV who had previously been at my site had been male and, to my knowledge, was not exposed to the sexual harassment and assaults that I was while visiting another PCV in his village, in my community, and in my school.  Peace Corps service as a young female is very different than Peace Corps service as a male or as an older woman.  Or at least it was in South Africa.

The same friend who tried to get me to call the PCMO back in August or September finally convinced me that I really needed to and on October 20, 2013, I called the Peace Corps Medical Office to explain to them that I was terribly depressed and having suicidal ideation and that it had been going on for a few months.  Peace Corps Medical told me to pack a bag and make my way to Pretoria that very day, which was good because I had been missing school and going in late because I just couldn’t face leaving my little house. While there were many wonderful and beautiful moments of Peace Corps service, the truth is that every PCV I talked to before I left for Peace Corps service was right when they told me it would be a huge roller coaster ride.  Anyway, getting to the Peace Corps Headquarters was a trial in and of itself because I couldn’t get the taxi I had paid to take me there to take me there even though it was only a few blocks away.  I eventually got there but my appointment with the psychologist had to be pushed to the next day.

I stayed in Pretoria for a month, seeing the psychologist very frequently and eventually seeing a psychiatrist who changed my medication from Celexa, an antidepressant which was obviously no longer working, to Cymbalta, a different antidepressant that I had never tried before.  Over the course of the next week or two, I became incredibly irritable.  I was staying at a hostel with other PCVs who very kindly kept inviting me to go do things with them, but all I wanted to do was binge read books on my Nook all night and sleep for part of the day.  They were all trying to be nice to me and I was largely a jerk back if memory serves correctly.  I was hypomanic, but I didn’t know it.  Eventually, I found out a large group of children was going to be coming to the hostel.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle being around them in my state and requested that the Peace Corps move me somewhere else to stay.  They agreed that I could move to a bed and breakfast with one other PCV.

That day I swam and laughed and socialized with the owners of the B&B for hours.  They were lovely hosts and I found everything they had to say so interesting.  That night, I started three new “30 day challenges,” took a shower at 3AM, sang and danced around my room, and only slept for an hour before waking up feeling wide awake for my medical appointment with Peace Corps that morning.  I couldn’t stop moving or talking.  When I arrived at Peace Corps Headquarters, I found out my appointment had been moved to that afternoon, which was bad because I already knew by then that I was manic, which meant that my diagnosis had changed from Major Depressive Disorder to Bipolar Disorder.  I took Ativan (which was prescribed to me to use as needed) to try to calm myself down, but I could not physically stop moving or talking.  The other people I saw that day could hardly get a word in edgewise and I really hope they know and understand that I wasn’t myself at all that day.

I saw the PCMO that afternoon and he agreed that I was manic, which led to a whole string of phone calls to headquarters in Washington, D.C. and my parents back in Asheville, NC to decide what would be the best treatment option for me.  I was told that I could go to an inpatient unit in Washington, D.C. or go back to my home of record to see my Primary Care Physician.  I earned my M.A.Ed. in School Counseling and my B.S. in Psychology before leaving for the Peace Corps, so I knew that I could not be forced to go inpatient as I was not a danger to myself or other people and I said as much to the PCMO.  I spent the next two nights at the PCMO’s house while Peace Corps drove a friend to my house to gather some of my things.  I was not allowed to go pack them myself and I was not allowed to go say goodbye to my host family.  Those are the only ways in which I feel the Peace Corps handled the situation poorly.  Otherwise, they were very on top of things and took excellent care of me.  A PCMO from a different country flew in to South Africa with one of their PCVs and she volunteered or was asked (I’m not entirely sure) to escort me back to my home in Asheville, NC.  At the time I was a little resentful of having a babysitter, but in retrospect it was good to not be all alone in a foreign country while having my first manic episode.

After arriving back home in Asheville, I saw my primary care physician who referred me to an Intensive Outpatient Program for people with Mood Disorders.  I was in the program for probably four months and went to group therapy three hours a day for three days a week.  It was in this program that my therapist and doctor suggested I get a dog for emotional support, which I happily did.  River, an Airedale Terrier, gave me a reason to get out of bed when I couldn’t fathom moving an inch and gave me a reason to keep going when all I wanted to do was give up and die.  For two and a half years, I cycled between mania, depression, and mixed episodes frequently and viciously.  I thought I would never get a break from the illness, but I finally did when a friend of mine and I decided to visit the UK for two and a half weeks in September of 2015.  The first morning I woke up in London, I felt like myself for the first time since my first month in South Africa.  This mental stability would last for some months, but unfortunately I developed a blood clot on the flight back home and had a pulmonary embolism a few days after arriving and was therefore mostly bedridden for several months due to the pain in my leg.  When the pain in my leg finally started to abate, I started having symptoms of mania again but the psychiatric nurse practitioner I was seeing insisted that I was just anxious.  I ended up in the hospital for a week a couple of months later after behaving out of character, acting recklessly, and spending money like it was going out of style.  When I got out of the hospital, I began a different Intensive Outpatient Program at the hospital where I’d been most recently treated and my doctors, therapists, and I decided that it would be a good idea to train my dog as a psychiatric service dog.

Because of my illness, I have not had a career path post Peace Corps.  Since I developed my illness while serving in the Peace Corps, my medical expenses related to my Bipolar Diagnosis are covered by the Department of Labor and I receive a monthly stipend as I am unable to work.  I have compiled over 50,000 words worth of my journals and blog entries and hope to turn it into a memoir to help other people with my illness.  Writing is helpful for me and it’s something I can do without leaving my bed on the days I feel super depressed.  I’ve also written three (as yet unpublished and unillustrated) children’s books about my service dog, River.  It is my hope that I can find a way to make a small difference in someone’s life, since I wasn’t able to spend the full 27 months in the Peace Corps and make a difference that way.  I was medically evacuated about five months from the date I arrived in South Africa and I was medically separated about two months after that.

Serving in the Peace Corps is beautiful and wonderful and strange and hard and the most fun and most difficult thing anyone could choose to do with twenty-seven months of their life.  Or at least, I assume so, only having spent five months of my own life doing it.  Other Americans should join the Peace Corps because it is an experience unlike any other and has the potential to bring so much joy (along with the frustration, of course).  If someone is interested in making a difference in someone else’s life or in learning about another culture or in learning another language, there is no way as immersive and as rewarding as serving in the United States Peace Corps.

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Parenting Yourself in Isolation- A Self-Care Workshop for Peace Corps Volunteers



Parenting Yourself in Isolation: A Peace Corps Self-Care Workshop

My Peace Corps blog posts often still get the most traffic even though they were written a few years ago now, so I thought I would share these documents via my blog in case anyone in the Peace Corps runs across them and wishes to use them.  The last elective I took to earn my M.A.Ed. in School Counseling was a class about Parenting Education.  For our main project, we were required to create a workshop for parents.  Since I would be leaving two weeks after graduation to serve in the Peace Corps in South Africa, my professor very kindly allowed me to create a different kind of workshop for Peace Corps Volunteers.  I call it Parenting Yourself In Isolation: A Workshop on Self-Care for Peace Corps Volunteers.  I feel that I would have benefited from this or a similar workshop during my time in the Peace Corps, so even if you don’t get to do it as a group, perhaps you could do the parts that you are able to do by yourself or even just read through it.  If you have been accepted to the Peace Corps but haven’t left yet, you may wish to put this on your flash drive or external hard drive that I suggest you take with you.  I do request that you leave my name on the document and credit me properly when utilizing these tools.  If you’re looking for easy ways to practice self-care, most of which are feasible even while serving in the Peace Corps, I suggest you also check out my blog post at Illuminated By U, 50 Ways to Practice Self-Care.

Good luck during your service and I hope this helps!

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Where are you going?

South Africa. My training will be in a village in Gauteng Province. (Thanks for the info, Kelsey!) My actual service will be in either the Limpopo Province or in the KwaZulu-Natal Province.

It was actually in a village in Limpopo called Ga-Magongoa*


What will you be doing?

My primary job will be teaching English as a second language to fourth, fifth, and/or sixth graders. I will also be responsible for creating and implementing some community outreach projects.

How long will you be gone?

27 months. My staging date is 2 July 2013 in Washington, DC. I will arrive in South Africa on 4 July 2013. I will return to the USA on 4 September 2015.

27 months?!?! Don’t you get vacation time to come home and visit?!

I will accrue 45 days of vacation time during my service. While it is probable that I will travel home to visit once, I may decide to use my time and money to travel and see places I may never have the chance to see again.

How will you afford food or travel?

The Peace Corps will give me a stipend equivalent to what the other teachers in my school are making. My understanding is that this stipend is typically around $124 USD per month. I will be keeping my tax refund this year in hopes that I will be able to travel, but it certainly won’t be enough for a trip home.

I think the stipend actually worked out to a little over $200*

Can I come visit?

I cannot have visitors during my first six months or last three months of service. I will have to request vacation time if family or close friends are going to come visit, so I need to know pretty far in advance.

Can I send you letters/care packages?

I would LOVE for you to 🙂 I can receive mail at the address below from 4 July 2013 to 6 September 2013 or there-about. After that, I will get a new mailing address. If you are going to send me a package rather than a letter, please write things like “God is watching” “Jesus sees you” and/or “Bibles Inside” on the package so it doesn’t get stolen. My understanding is that this can be an effective deterrent.

Catherine Cottam
c/o: U. S. Peace Corps
PO Box 9536
South Africa

What types of things would you want mailed to you?

Flash drives with new music from the US or new movies ripped/burned onto them would be amazing. I would also love magazines or clippings from magazines/newspapers. I would also always love photos of us together.

What language will you speak?

The languages spoken in the Limpopo Province are Afrikaans, English, Sepedi, Tsonga, and Venda. The languages spoken in KwaZulu-Natal are isiZulu (Zulu), Xhosa, and Afrikaans. I will have three months of language training after I first arrive in South Africa.

I learned Sepedi (Northern Sotho)*

How will you know what to do?

There will be 11 weeks of training when I first arrive in Pretoria. During that training, we will learn all about the history, culture, politics, and education curriculum of our area. We will also take an intense language course for the entirety of the eleven weeks.

Will you live by yourself?

No. During pre-service training, I will live with a host family in Pretoria. When I get my placement, I will live with a host family as well. I will either live in a small separate building inside a family compound or in a room of a house that has its own separate entrance.

Will you have a phone/internet/running water/electricity?

I will most likely have a phone, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I had no electricity or internet and I would be truly shocked if I lived somewhere with running water.

I had electricity, running water inside my kitchen, and Internet. The Internet was very spotty though*

No running water? How will you bathe?

I will haul water from a pump to take a bucket bath. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to heat some of that water up using a kettle.

My host family ended up having a little shower inside of their house. My training host family had a bathtub that I would put a few kettles of boiling water in then put a little cold water in. *

There are plenty of people in America who need help. Why are you going to help people somewhere else?

I cannot wait to learn about a rich new culture and meet people whose lives are so drastically different from mine. Are there people living in poverty in America? Yes. But the worst off of them are still probably living better than some of the relatively affluent people I met while in Kenya. I love the idea of going somewhere new and making even a tiny bit of difference in the life of a child.

Isn’t it really dangerous?

The crime rates are very similar to those in large U.S. cities, but I wouldn’t spend three months learning about my safety and security if I were moving to a big U.S. city. It is not more likely that anything will happen to me, but I will be WAY better prepared if anything does.

That’s all I have time for tonight, but please feel free to e-mail me with more questions ( or to add them in the comments section.


Peace Corps Application Timeline

September 6, 2012- submitted completed application online; received medical case number

September 11, 2012- received acknowledgment that my application had been received; was told I would be contacted by an assessment supervisor within five business days and notified of documents still needed

September 21, 2012- received e-mail from assessment specialist requesting my three recommendations (had already been submitted), confirmation of the deferability of my student loans, and confirmation that all financial obligations would be taken care of prior to my leave date.

September 24, 2012- Status in Peace Corps system changed to application and recommendations submitted; submitted all requested documents

October 5, 2012- Status in Peace Corps system changed to interview scheduled; notified that I was eligible for an interview and told that a recruiter would contact me within 10 business days to schedule a formal interview

October 18, 2012- interviewed with my recruiter and was immediately told that I could contact friends and family to let them know that I would be nominated for service. (My recruiter was AWESOME, by the way. I really admire her.)

October 22, 2012- Status in Peace Corps system changed to interviewed; received my nomination e-mail telling me that I would receive my legal kit within the next three weeks.

October 26, 2012- Status in Peace Corps system officially changed to nominated 🙂 Received two evaluation forms and a treatment summary form to be completed by my health care providers and submitted by November 25, 2012. I would like to mention that I had to complete more evaluation forms than may typically be required as I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Irritable Bowel Syndrome. If you have medical issues that are well managed, don’t let that keep you from applying! This is also the day that I started keeping track of my application timeline.

November 8, 2012- All requested medical forms submitted and received. I still haven’t received my legal kit.

November 15, 2012- Finally received my legal kit in the mail!

November 16, 2012- Went to the jail to have my fingerprints done and submitted my legal kit back to PC Headquarters! I am a little concerned because I have an unpaid traffic ticket that I can’t afford to pay until December. I’m hoping that the Peace Corps will let me just submit a receipt for payment, but I’m not sure yet. I’ve had some trouble getting in touch with them. My understanding is that it usually takes about two months to hear back about medical and legal clearance. Maybe I will know something in late January 🙂

November 19, 2012- Spoke to someone in the legal office and found out that I don’t even need to send them a receipt for paying my traffic ticket. I got the impression that the man I spoke with thought I was worrying too much.

December 14, 2012- Received notification from the RN reviewing my medical file that they need a little more information about my mental health history and my ability or lack thereof to lift fifty pounds at a time.

December 15, 2012- Turned in personal statements about my mental health history and lifting abilities.

December 28, 2012- Received notification that the Peace Corps needed two years of prescription records, a personal statement about my usage of anti-anxiety medication, and a form filled out by the doctor that prescribes my mental-health medication.

January 4, 2013- Submitted the personal statement about my use of anti-anxiety medication.

January 11, 2013- Submitted medication records.

January 14, 2013- Submitted form from my doctor about my mental-health medications.

January 30, 2013- Received my medical pre-clearance!! WOOT WOOT!

February 26, 2013- Received the following e-mail:


E-mailed back to ask whether or not I should purchase a bridesmaid’s dress for my friend’s July 20th wedding and received this reply:


February 28, 2013- EEEEEK!!!! I GOT IN!!! I received an e-mail today inviting me for a placement in South Africa with a staging date of 2 July 2013. I will be teaching English to 4th, 5th, or 6th graders in South Africa in either Limpopo or Kwa-Zulu Natal.

March 1, 2013- Accepted my invitation…OBVIOUSLY!

March 4, 2013- Received access to my medical kit online. I was a little overwhelmed with all of the forms at first.

March 5, 2013- Started filling out Visa and Passport forms

March 6, 2013- Found a dentist in my area who will do my dental exam for free since I’m going into the Peace Corps and made an appointment. Made an appointment for the eye doctor, too.

March 7, 2013- Had my physical done for final medical clearance. I still haven’t gotten some of the blood work done as there is NO WAY the PC cost share allowance of $165 is going to cover the random gene testing they want done. Got access to the New Volunteer Portal. Spent a few hours going through it and taking safety quizzes.

March 8, 2013- finished filling out my passport papers. Still need to do the visa application an obtain four passport photos.

March 11- submitter my aspiration statement and my updated résumé. Received my documentation from my doctor. Got passport and visa photos taken.

I astill need to have some blood work done. I have to get a TB test, an HIV test, two hepatitis tests, and a test for a genetic disorder. My dental and eye appointments are booked!

May 9- Received my final medical and dental clearance!!!! I am officially going to South Africa!!!

I will continue to add to this as things happen since reading blogs like this has been incredibly helpful to me so far 🙂


The Life of a Peace Corps Trainee

Where are you going? What will you be doing? How long will you be gone? Where will you live? Is it safe? Why would you want to do that? There are people in America who are struggling, can’t you just help them? They still have the Peace Corps? Will you get to come home? What language will you speak? What will you eat?

These are just a few of the literally hundreds of questions I have been asked since I announced that I was applying for Peace Corps service. I have a HUGE comprehensive exam for school next Saturday, but after I finish it I plan to create a sort of FAQ post that I will update as I am asked more questions and obtain more information. Not to fret, friends, family, and potential PCVs! I know that almost everyone who asks these questions does so out of love or kind interest. I would love to take the time to answer each and every one of them, but that is unfortunately not a luxury I can afford right now. I will let you know more next week! For now, see On the Homefront for some helpful information!