Making the decision

Three years ago, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted for my career. I was gearing up to get my Master's in Social Work, and believed I would go out and therapize the world into happiness. It took me three years to admit I was wrong. Throughout graduate school I had doubts, but thought it was my usual wanderlust so I pushed on.
Then I graduated, with a job offer in hand. I took my licensing exam two weeks after my last class, and two weeks after that I started my job at a community mental health agency. The first day, I sat down across from a woman who told me that she wanted was to quit crack cocaine but couldn't talk about it because of "the pain." It was the moment I had dreamed about before setting out to graduate school, and I didn't handle it too poorly. Over the next few months, I had many such moments. But I wasn't happy. I came home every night cranky and tired.
After a year at that job, I took two weeks to give myself a break from my constant doubting and trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. That's when I started teaching myself coding. I found that it gave me energy in a way that social work never had. It felt like I was doing math problems again. I started dreaming of a career in computer programming and researching how to accomplish that. I found various coding bootcamps, but I kept getting drawn back to Coding Dojo. One evening I came home from work and called them with my questions. The guy who answered the phone was very helpful and suggested I apply. Within a day I had an interview scheduled. By the following Monday, I had been accepted and had to decide if I would attend. After a lot of internal back and forth, I went with my gut and accepted. After that, the pieces began falling into place, where I found a place to stay, I realized it wouldn't be nearly such a financial stretch, and I had the support of my boyfriend, and all my friends and family. Now, all that remains is finishing my job and leaving.