I learned early how much a household can shape the people inside it. In my home, emotions often filled the space before words did. I watched adults carry stress silently, children adapt quickly, and routines bend around instability. Only one person ever had a diagnosis, yet the same emotional patterns appeared again and again. I did not have language for it then, but I learned how to observe, how to listen, and how to sense when something was wrong long before it was spoken. That awareness became my quiet companion through school. While others memorized facts, I found myself studying people. I noticed how behavior shifted under pressure, how some students were disciplined while others were supported, how context was often ignored when judgment came quickly. These observations shaped my academic interests long before I knew what I wanted to call them. I gravitated toward psychology, social sciences, and discussions about justice because they helped me make sense of the patterns I had lived alongside. The adversity I faced was not a single event, but an accumulation. Growing up around emotional unpredictability meant learning independence early. I learned how to stay focused when my environment felt unstable and how to succeed without always having guidance. There were moments when schoolwork felt secondary to survival, when motivation came from necessity rather than inspiration. I overcame this by turning inward and outward at the same time. I read constantly. I wrote to process what I could not say aloud. I leaned into teachers, mentors, and structured spaces like speech and debate, where my voice had weight and my thoughts mattered. Speech and debate, in particular, taught me how to turn observation into articulation. It trained me to listen closely, respond thoughtfully, and stay grounded when conversations became uncomfortable. These skills gave me confidence not only academically, but personally. They reminded me that my experiences were not weaknesses, but perspectives worth sharing. I plan to make a positive impact through a career that sits at the intersection of psychology and law. I am deeply interested in how mental health, environment, and family dynamics influence behavior, particularly within legal systems. Too often, people are reduced to outcomes without consideration of the circumstances that shaped them. I want to challenge that pattern by advocating for approaches rooted in understanding rather than assumption. Whether through research, policy work, or direct advocacy, my goal is to help reshape how society responds to individuals affected by mental illness, addiction, and cycles of instability. What drives me is the belief that patterns can be interrupted. I have seen how silence allows struggles to repeat themselves and how education gives people the tools to ask better questions. My lived experience taught me that resilience is not about enduring quietly, but about transforming understanding into action. Through my education and career, I hope to create pathways for clarity, compassion, and accountability, especially for those who have been misunderstood for most of their lives. The adversity I faced sharpened my awareness. Education gave it direction. My goal now is to use both to make systems more humane and futures more possible.

My Haitian heritage lives in the quiet moments as much as the loud ones. It lives in the sound of my grandmother’s Creole prayers drifting through the house before sunrise, in the way my family treats struggle as something you endure without spectacle, and in the unspoken rule that you do not complain about what you have survived. Growing up Haitian meant learning early that resilience was not optional. It was expected. In my family, education was spoken about with reverence, even by those who never had access to it themselves. Stories of Haiti were often paired with stories of sacrifice: relatives who left school to work, who sent money back home before buying anything for themselves, who believed that knowledge was the only thing that could not be taken from you. Watching this shaped the way I approached school. I did not see learning as something abstract or guaranteed. I saw it as something earned, something fragile, something worth protecting. At the same time, my cultural background made me deeply aware of how the environment shapes people. I watched brilliant, loving adults navigate stress, instability, and emotional weight with little support. Mental health was rarely named. Struggles were absorbed quietly. That silence made me observant. I learned to read rooms, to notice shifts in tone, to understand that behavior often carries a story underneath it. Those observations became the foundation of my academic interests. They are why I am drawn to psychology, law, and systems that claim to serve people but often fail to see them fully. My career goals are rooted in this awareness. I want to study how family dynamics, culture, trauma, and opportunity intersect with legal and social systems. I want to approach justice with context, not assumptions. My Haitian heritage taught me that survival does not look the same for everyone, and that understanding people requires patience, listening, and humility. Those values guide the path I want to take professionally. Giving back has always felt natural, not performative. In my community, care is communal. You help because you are able, not because you are asked. Through volunteer work and involvement in youth-centered spaces, I have seen how small acts of consistency matter. Showing up on time. Listening without rushing. Being present even when the work is quiet and unrecognized. These experiences reinforced my belief that impact does not always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like stability. I plan to continue giving back by working with communities that are often misunderstood or overlooked, particularly families navigating mental health challenges and legal systems without resources. I want to create spaces where people are not reduced to labels or outcomes, but seen as layered individuals shaped by circumstance as much as choice. I hope to mentor younger students who feel the same pressure I once felt to be strong without guidance, successful without rest, resilient without support. If my Haitian heritage has given me anything, it is a deep respect for endurance and a responsibility to turn survival into service. I carry my family’s sacrifices with me into every classroom, every goal, every vision of the future. Giving back is not separate from who I am. It is how I honor where I come from and how I choose to move forward.

When I was ten, my world shifted in ways I could not yet name. My parents’ divorce left more than empty rooms; it left tension that clung to every corner of our house. My mother, who had long struggled with undiagnosed bipolar disorder, became increasingly unpredictable. Some mornings she moved with restless energy, reorganizing cabinets and planning our day down to the minute. Other days, she barely spoke, pacing the hallway with a distant look, her thoughts inaccessible. I learned quickly that stability was not guaranteed. Every interaction required calculation. Arguments became frequent. In the midst of her moods, my mother often spilled her deepest insecurities onto me, echoing words once spoken to her by her own mother. “I wish I never had you.” “My life is a nightmare.” At first, those words crushed me. I would retreat and break down in silence. Over time, I learned another response: emotional distance. I stopped reacting, stopped engaging, stopped letting her words land. That coping mechanism protected me, but it also hardened me. As I withdrew, tension surfaced elsewhere. My younger sister began to mirror the same emotional volatility I saw in my mother. Her outbursts were sudden and intense, often turning physical because she lacked the language. Watching her was unsettling. The behaviors felt familiar, almost scripted. These reactions were not appearing in isolation; they were being absorbed. When my sister was later diagnosed with ADHD, something clicked. The behaviors shifted once she gained vocabulary. The explosions did not disappear, but they changed form. Expression replaced chaos. Observation replaced confusion. By fifteen, responsibility took on a new meaning. Financial strain became unavoidable. When I got my first job, my paycheck was already spoken for before it ever reached my account. Groceries. Bills. Essentials. Yet I was never allowed to use my earnings freely. Late at night, I found myself replaying everything I had witnessed. If behavior could be mimicked so precisely, could it also be misunderstood just as easily? Could learned patterns check every box on a diagnostic test meant to identify something innate? That question stayed with me. Eventually, I brought it to my psychology teacher, who challenged me to think critically about the thought. For the first time, my lived experience had academic language. Nature versus nurture was no longer theoretical; it was unfolding in my home. Adversity did not give me answers, but it taught me how to ask better questions. I learned to observe without judgment, to intervene early, and to recognize the difference between behavior and intention. For anyone facing similar circumstances, my advice is this: pay attention. Patterns tell stories long before diagnoses do. Understanding begins not with blame, but with curiosity. Rather than letting the chaos dictate my path, I began observing. I noticed the small patterns—how stress altered her decisions and how environmental triggers set off reactions. I poured over research, connecting family observations with psychological theories, trying to understand whether behavior was shaped by DNA, upbringing, or a combination of both. What started as curiosity became a hypothesis, a personal project to examine the line between nature and nurture not in textbooks, but in the lives I knew intimately. Overcoming this adversity didn’t mean escaping it. It meant learning how to navigate it. I practiced patience when my sister mimicked what I feared was inevitable. I honed empathy as I supported my mother without judgment. I sought structure in school and guidance from mentors, using education to give language to experiences that felt chaotic. My adversity became a lens through which I understood human behavior, resilience, and the importance of early intervention.

My academic and professional goals were shaped long before I knew how to name them. Growing up, I learned early that behavior does not exist in isolation. What happened inside my home echoed outward, changing how people spoke, reacted, and coped. I watched patterns repeat across generations, not because anyone wanted them to, but because the environment quietly teaches its own curriculum. At the time, I did not call it nature versus nurture. I just noticed who adapted and who absorbed. Education gave me language for what I had been witnessing. Concepts in psychology helped me recognize how the environment reinforces behavior, while social science and law showed me how systems respond to those behaviors once they are visible. School became less about memorization and more about translation. It allowed me to turn lived observation into structured understanding. Instead of asking why people act the way they do, I began asking what shaped them first. That question followed me into my work with children. Starting as a Leader in Training and later working in childcare, summer camp, and aftercare, I saw how home life quietly arrived with each child. Some carried regulations with ease. Others unraveled when routines shifted or expectations felt unclear. The difference was rarely character. It was context. I learned to adjust the environment before correcting the behavior. Lowering my voice, offering choices, or changing the pace often prevented escalation entirely. Those moments confirmed what I had suspected from my own upbringing. When nurture is acknowledged early, outcomes change. My education continued to sharpen this understanding through debate and Model United Nations. In those spaces, I learned how to argue without erasing complexity. Preparing cases required me to consider historical context, power structures, and unintended consequences. Speaking for perspectives not my own forced me to listen first and respond with precision. Advocacy shifted from volume to accuracy. Those skills taught me how to articulate the human side of policy and how to defend people without reducing them to their worst moments. Higher education, for me, is the continuation of that work. I plan to study fields that sit at the intersection of psychology and law, where individual behavior meets institutional response. I want to understand how early environments influence decision-making and how systems can intervene before harm becomes inevitable. My goal is to advocate in spaces where context is often ignored and to challenge narratives that treat behavior as inherent rather than shaped. Giving back has shown me that change does not begin in courtrooms or classrooms alone. It begins in noticing patterns and refusing to ignore them. By combining education, advocacy skills, and lived experience, I hope to continue translating observation into action. The nature-versus-nurture question is not theoretical to me. It is something I have lived, studied, and witnessed in others. My goal is to use my education to make sure it is considered before judgment is passed and long after voices are dismissed.

The first place I learned how to understand people was not a classroom or a leadership seminar. It was the YMCA. The summer before eighth grade, I began there as a Leader in Training (LIT), a role I held for three years following. I was younger all of the staff and LIT’s alike and unsure of myself, but I showed up consistently. I studied how counselors handled conflict, how they redirected frustration without shaming, and how they managed rooms full of competing personalities. At the same time, I was quietly trying to understand my own social world. Returning to school in the fall after a full year of Covid was difficult. I often missed unspoken rules, misread tone, and felt exposed for not knowing how to “blend in.” The bullying that followed sharpened my awareness of how quickly people are labeled and how isolating that can feel. By the time I reached tenth grade, I transitioned into working in the baby room, where I stayed for about a year. Communication there was almost entirely nonverbal. A cry could mean hunger, exhaustion, or overstimulation, and guessing wrong meant starting over. I learned to slow down and observe patterns instead of reacting emotionally. Babies responded immediately to consistency and calm, and they reflected back whatever energy entered the room. Over time, I trusted my ability to notice what others overlooked. After that year, I worked as a summer camp counselor, and later moved into my current role in aftercare. The environment shifted from quiet observation to constant motion. In aftercare, emotions were louder and more complicated. I mediated arguments over fairness, helped children name feelings they did not yet understand, and learned how to enforce structure without shutting anyone down. During summer camp, the responsibility expanded further. I was no longer just supervising activities but shaping an environment where every child felt safe enough to participate. Some days meant managing chaos. Other days meant sitting beside a child who needed quiet more than encouragement. Working with children reshaped how I move through the world. I stopped treating social interaction as something to perform correctly and began approaching it as something to understand. The attentiveness I practiced with kids began to influence how I spoke to peers, coworkers, and authority figures. I learned when to step in, when to listen, and when presence mattered more than advice. What began as a volunteer role became the foundation of my leadership. The YMCA gave me a language for people, long before I had one for myself. It transformed the parts of me that once made me feel out of place into strengths I rely on daily. Through working with children, I learned that leadership does not always look like being the loudest voice in the room. Sometimes, it looks like being the one who notices.

Legacy, to me, is not about being remembered for a title or a name on a building. It is about leaving behind systems that work better than when I found them and people who feel less alone because I showed up with intention. My future legacy begins with building a business rooted in access and understanding. I aim to establish a mission-driven organization that bridges the intersection of mental health advocacy, education, and youth development. Growing up in a home shaped by emotional unpredictability taught me how easily children can be misunderstood when their environment is ignored. I learned early that behavior is often a form of communication and that, without support, this communication is punished instead of being understood. One day, I want my business to exist as a bridge between those realities and the institutions meant to serve young people. My business would focus on early intervention programs, educational workshops, and research-informed resources for families, schools, and community organizations. I imagine spaces where caregivers learn about the impact of the environment on development, where students are given language to describe their experiences, and where professionals are trained to recognize context before consequences. Whether through curriculum design, consulting, or community partnerships, my goal is to turn research and lived experience into practical tools that prevent harm before it becomes generational. I shine my light by noticing what is often overlooked. I listen carefully, especially in spaces where voices are dismissed or labeled difficult. I ask questions about systems rather than individuals, and I move through the world with an awareness that people are shaped long before they are judged. In classrooms, workplaces, and service roles, I bring clarity to conversations that are usually avoided. I have learned how to translate complexity into understanding because I once needed someone to do that for me. My legacy will also be reflected in the way I mentor and advocate for others. I want young people who come from unstable homes to see themselves reflected in leadership, scholarship, and reform. I want them to know that survival does not disqualify them from success and that their experiences can become expertise. By combining business, research, and advocacy, I hope to create pathways that make support visible and accessible. Ultimately, I want my life’s work to say this: environment matters, understanding changes outcomes, and healing can be proactive. If people are more informed, more compassionate, and more equipped because of what I built, then my legacy will be doing exactly what it was meant to do.

Growing up in a household shaped by my mother’s undiagnosed bipolar tendencies and my grandmother’s own mental health challenges, I watched patterns form long before I could understand them. I noticed how tension filled a room before a word was spoken, how emotions could ripple through my sister, and how children could mimic behaviors around them without realizing it. By the time I was ten, I carried a heavy awareness: life didn’t always come with guidance, and understanding mental health wasn’t optional, it was necessary for survival. At first, the weight of these observations was overwhelming. I would sit quietly at the edge of my bed, tracing the rhythms of anger, fear, and sadness around me, unsure what I could control. But over time, I learned to turn observation into action. Journaling became a sanctuary, a place to untangle inherited anxiety from my own responses. Music offered solace, and reading allowed me to see that insight could come from reflection as well as experience. Meditation, structured routines, and exercise became tools to manage stress and build resilience, grounding me when the chaos around me felt unbearable. I also became intentional about understanding mental health academically. Concepts like learned behavior, attachment styles, and generational trauma didn’t just explain my family, they became a roadmap for supporting others. I realized that awareness without action isn’t enough. To truly help, I needed to pair empathy with strategies that made a tangible difference. Observing how my sister reacted to the same environment differently than I did showed me that context and guidance could change outcomes. This fueled my desire to learn, research, and eventually advocate. Moving forward, I plan to use both my education and personal insights to support others. I want to create spaces where mental health is discussed openly and without stigma, where people can explore their emotions safely and gain tools for resilience. Through advocacy, mentorship, and educational programs, I hope to provide resources to families and individuals who feel alone in their struggles, showing them that understanding is possible and growth is achievable. As I’ve grown older, I’ve become more intentional about how I show up for others. Whether it’s listening without interrupting, recognizing when someone’s behavior signals distress rather than defiance, or encouraging friends to seek help without shame, I carry my experiences with me into every interaction. I understand how easily mental health struggles can be overlooked, especially in environments where survival takes priority over self-reflection. Because of that, I aim to be someone who notices, someone who asks, and someone who stays. I also recognize that healing is not linear. Some days are steady and grounded; others require me to return to the tools I’ve built structure, reflection, and faith to regain balance. Rather than viewing this as weakness, I see it as evidence of growth. I no longer measure strength by silence, but by the willingness to address what is uncomfortable and to choose healthier patterns intentionally. That shift in perspective has changed how I view both myself and others. Ultimately, my goal is to contribute to a culture where mental health is treated with the same seriousness and care as physical health. By sharing knowledge, modeling self-awareness, and advocating for accessible support systems, I hope to break cycles that thrive on misunderstanding and neglect. What began as a quiet awareness in my childhood has evolved into a commitment: to transform insight into action and ensure that others feel seen, supported, and empowered to pursue wellness on their own terms.

Growing up in a single-parent household shaped nearly every aspect of my life. After my parents divorced when I was ten, I watched as my mother navigated the world with undiagnosed bipolar disorder, fibromyalgia, and the weight of financial and emotional strain. Her own mother had struggled with mental illness, and I began to notice patterns in my family that no one else talked about—l the sudden silences, the pacing, the tension that seemed to echo through generations. From a young age, I became her shoulder, her crutch, both emotionally and financially. By fifteen, I had a part-time job, but my earnings were always allocated to support her needs before even reaching my account. As the oldest child, I stepped into a role that demanded responsibility, maturity, and empathy far beyond my years. At first, these challenges felt overwhelming. I struggled to reconcile my own needs with the constant demands of supporting my family. Over time, however, I realized that my circumstances offered a unique lens for understanding the world. I began observing behavior and environment, noticing how my younger sister, less aware of the patterns around her, sometimes replicated the stress and emotional responses she witnessed. I, on the other hand, became self-aware, learning to navigate the environment without internalizing the chaos around me. I saw that adversity could shape perspective, and that understanding human behavior was a tool for compassion rather than judgment. This realization led me to immerse myself in education as a means of understanding myself and others. I turned to reading, journaling, and research, seeking language for the experiences I had lived. Concepts like learned behavior, generational trauma, and environmental triggers gave structure to the chaos, allowing me to understand not only my family but the broader patterns that shape human behavior. I began to see that challenges were not just obstacles they were opportunities to learn, grow, and help others navigate their own struggles. One of the most significant accomplishments of my upbringing was recognizing the power of empathy and intentionality. I learned that support does not always mean fixing someone’s problems, but providing guidance, stability, and understanding. That lesson became the foundation of my personal mission: to turn my experiences into tools for helping others. Whether through mentoring younger students, advocating for mental health awareness, or simply listening without judgment, I strive to transform adversity into action. Turning observation into insight became a habit. I began noticing patterns not only in my family, but in the way children respond to adults, how peers struggle with unspoken pressures, and how small gestures of care can shift someone’s day. From walking a neighbor’s younger siblings through homework to volunteering at the YMCA, I learned that compassion is an action, not a word. These moments have shaped how I approach life and how I hope to impact others. I want to create spaces—through mentorship, advocacy, or programs like Reset w Moura—where people feel seen and supported before hardship overwhelms them. Living through challenge taught me that guidance isn’t about grand gestures; it’s about patience, presence, and consistency. By starting with listening and understanding, I hope to help others recognize their strength, just as I discovered mine in the quiet moments of responsibility at home.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled to maintain balance in my life. Between school, work, and personal challenges, it often felt like my mental and physical well-being was the first thing to be neglected. I tried journaling, exercising, meditating, and skincare routines, but these habits were scattered and inconsistent. I realized that the problem wasn’t laziness—it was a lack of structure and accessible tools to make self-care a consistent part of life. Often, I would find myself exhausted at the end of the day, mentally replaying worries and regrets, with no system in place to help me reset. I knew that if I could create something that combined guidance, consistency, and support, it could help not just me, but others facing similar struggles. That idea became the foundation for my vision: Reset w Moura. The brand is designed to solve the problem of fragmented self-care by creating a complete system that integrates mental, physical, and emotional wellness. Each product or service would be intentional, combining practical tools like guided journals, exercise prompts, and skincare items with educational content rooted in psychology to explain the science behind the practice. The goal is to make self-care not just a luxury, but a habit that empowers people to show up for themselves daily. If I had the resources to bring Reset w Moura to life, my plan would include three key elements. First, curated self-care kits would address specific needs such as stress management, anxiety relief, or rebuilding routines after burnout. Each kit would provide tangible tools alongside guided prompts, helping users not just act, but understand the purpose behind each action. Second, I would develop educational content, workshops, and tutorials that teach people why these routines work. Understanding the psychology behind self-care can motivate individuals to stick with it and integrate it into their lives long-term. Third, I would build a community platform for encouragement and accountability. Many people struggle not because they lack motivation, but because they feel isolated. A space to share progress, exchange tips, and receive guidance would make self-care sustainable and collaborative. I imagine a young professional finishing a long day at work, exhausted and mentally drained. With Reset w Moura, she could open a kit, follow a structured but simple routine, reflect on her day in a journal, and feel the physical and emotional benefits of intentional care. Over time, the practices would become second nature, helping her navigate life with more clarity and confidence. While Reset w Moura is currently just a vision, developing it would allow me to transform my personal struggles into a solution for others. By combining research, empathy, and innovation, I hope to create a system that helps people prioritize themselves, regain control, and cultivate peace of mind. This project represents more than a business; it is a way to turn my experiences and understanding of mental and emotional health into a tangible tool for positive change. I want users to feel that caring for themselves is not a burden, but an empowering step toward becoming their best selves.

I am pursuing a degree that centers on law, with a minor in psychology, because I have always paid attention to patterns—especially the quiet ones. The way people respond under pressure, the habits they develop to survive, and the small routines that either hold them together or slowly unravel them. Long before I had words like “nature versus nurture,” I understood that people are shaped just as much by what happens to them as by who they are. Education gives me the structure to understand those patterns more deeply and the discipline to act on them with intention. That same awareness is what led me to build Reset w Moura. It didn’t begin as a business plan. It began with me trying to keep myself steady. During seasons when everything felt loud and uncertain, I found myself returning to the same practices washing my face slowly at night, writing things down so they didn’t live in my head, moving my body when my thoughts felt stuck. I noticed how much better I functioned when I treated self-care as maintenance rather than a reward. What I couldn’t find was one place that honored all of it together, consistently and honestly. So I created it. I plan an entrepreneurial career because I am not interested in temporary impact. Reset w Moura exists to help people build routines that ground them, not just inspire them for a moment. My goal is for the brand to feel like permission to slow down, to check in, to choose yourself without guilt. I want my work to assist people in finding peace of mind and becoming healthier versions of themselves by providing tangible tools they can return to on hard days. That vision is personal because it’s how I learned to survive, and later, how I learned to grow. I believe I will be successful in my business endeavors because I am consistent where many are not. I don’t romanticize motivation; I build systems. I test what works, refine what doesn’t, and stay present with the people I want to serve. I am willing to learn publicly, adapt quickly, and stay disciplined even when results are quiet. While others chase virality, I am focused on longevity. My education supports that, psychology helps me understand behavior, and my broader studies teach me structure, responsibility, and long-term thinking. To me, a successful life looks like alignment. It looks like waking up knowing that my work is useful, my goals are intentional, and my impact reaches beyond me. Success is helping someone feel steadier than they did before encountering my work. It’s building something meaningful while continuing to learn, grow, and serve. Through my education and Reset w Moura, I am already doing that choosing purpose, creating with care, and building a life that feels honest.

For most of my childhood, faith sounded like routine. Chapel bells rang on schedule. Scripture verses were recited from memory. Sundays meant church, not because we asked why, but because that was simply what our family did. I attended Christian private school for years, and Jesus was present everywhere on classroom walls, in morning prayers, in conversations that assumed belief rather than invited it. I learned the language early, but it never felt like mine. Faith felt inherited, not discovered, and I quietly stepped away from it long before I had the words to explain why. I didn’t reject God loudly. I drifted. I followed the motions while keeping my distance, unsure how to claim something that never felt like a choice. I knew the answers I was expected to give, but they felt hollow when spoken out loud. So I carried on, believing that faith was something other people felt deeply, something I simply hadn’t learned how to access. That changed when my parents divorced. The structure I relied on fractured, and the certainty I had grown up with disappeared almost overnight. Nights became long and quiet. Questions I had avoided sat unanswered. I remember realizing that the rituals I once resented were no longer there to lean on and neither was the stability I thought would always exist. In that space, faith returned, not as a rule, but as a lifeline. I didn’t come back to God through sermons or expectations. I came back through silence. Through prayer that didn’t sound polished. Through moments where I had nothing to offer but honesty. Choosing Jesus during that season felt different because it was mine. No one was watching. No one was grading my belief. It was the first time faith felt like refuge instead of responsibility. Since then, my relationship with Jesus has shaped how I move through the world. I bring Him into my education through intention rather than obligation. When coursework feels heavy or uncertain, I pray before studying. When decisions feel unclear, I pause instead of rushing forward. My faith has taught me patience, discipline, and humility qualities I carry into the classroom and beyond it. As I prepare for college, I don’t see faith as separate from learning. I see education as an extension of stewardship. I plan to remain active in faith-based spaces on campus while also engaging openly with perspectives different from my own, grounded enough in belief to listen without fear. My goals are ambitious, but they are guided by values rooted in compassion, justice, and service. Faith, for me, is no longer something I perform because it is expected. It is something I return to daily quietly, intentionally, and consistently. I chose Jesus when life felt unsteady, and I continue choosing Him as I step forward into higher education, carrying my faith not as a rulebook, but as a compass.

I learned early that environment can shape a person just as powerfully as biology. Watching my family fracture during my parents’ divorce, I saw how instability does not simply disrupt a household, it seeps into behavior, health, and identity. What began as emotional turbulence revealed deeper truths: undiagnosed bipolar disorder, a condition already present in my family through my grandmother’s diagnosis, worsened under prolonged stress. Over time, physical pain followed. After years of trials and tribulations, fibromyalgia was identified in her body, intertwining mental health and physical disability in a way that reshaped our family’s daily life. Living in that environment taught me something both sobering and illuminating: children absorb what they see. I watched behaviors replicate themselves, especially in my younger sister, who began mirroring emotional responses shaped by instability and emotional unpredictability. I did not escape unaffected, but I responded differently. I became deeply self-aware of my surroundings, attentive to patterns, moods, and shifts in behavior. That awareness became a at first a form of survival and, later, a form of understanding. While nature created predisposition, nurture determined expression. The same environment that overwhelmed one child sharpened another. From an early age, I learned to use education as a way to gain language for experiences that felt overwhelming and unnamed. I learned how to articulate what was happening around me rather than internalizing it in silence. Education gave me vocabulary, context, and perspective. These tools that helped me understand my family dynamics and my own neurodivergent ways of thinking. It also allowed me to be helpful: mediating conflict, explaining behaviors, and offering emotional support grounded in understanding rather than reaction. Navigating life alongside disability both visible and invisible forced me to mature quickly. I saw how systems fail families dealing with mental illness and chronic pain, especially when diagnoses are delayed or misunderstood. I learned how stigma silences conversations and how underserved communities often lack access to early intervention, mental health education, and compassionate care. Rather than viewing neurodiversity as a limitation, I see it as a lens. It allows me to recognize nuance, question assumptions, and notice what others overlook. I intend to pursue a degree that leads me into criminal law, where understanding behavior, trauma, and environment is essential but often ignored. My goal is not simply to earn a degree, but to use it in service of others. I hope to advocate for individuals whose actions are judged without context and whose circumstances are dismissed instead of examined. By combining education with lived experience, I aim to support underserved communities through reform, representation, and access to resources that address root causes rather than symptoms. Education has already taught me how to understand; I now seek to use it to change outcomes. As I pursue higher education, I plan to continue translating academic knowledge into practice by engaging in internships with public defenders’ offices, legal aid organizations, and community-based justice programs. As a future criminal defense attorney, I aim to advocate for individuals who are often reduced to case numbers rather than understood as products of complex environments, trauma, and systemic inequities. I want to work specifically with underserved and over-policed communities, ensuring that defendants are not only legally represented, but truly heard. By building strong foundations in legal literacy, constitutional rights, and trauma-informed advocacy, I will be equipped to challenge unjust outcomes and promote fair treatment within the criminal justice system. By deliberately placing myself at the intersection of education and lived experience, I am using knowledge as a tool for protection, understanding, and meaningful change.

Education was never a straight path for me; it was something I pursued while navigating instability at home. My parents’ divorce when I was ten reshaped everything emotionally, financially, and structurally. The separation intensified mental health struggles that already existed in my family, and I grew up watching how stress, illness, and survival behaviors quietly shaped the people I loved. These circumstances did not pause when school started each morning. They followed me into classrooms, homework sessions, and late nights spent carrying concerns far beyond my age. As the oldest child, responsibility arrived early and stayed. I learned how to read a room before a word was spoken, how to anticipate tension, and how to adjust myself accordingly. By fifteen, I took on a job, not for independence, but necessity. My paycheck was often allocated before it ever reached my account, helping with groceries, bills, or whatever my mother needed that week. Balancing school, work, and emotional responsibility taught me discipline under pressure. There were moments when higher education felt distant, even indulgent, compared to the immediacy of my family’s needs. Still, I kept showing up because I understood that education was not an escape, but a foundation. Growing up in an environment shaped by mental illness pushed me to ask difficult questions early. I noticed patterns repeating across generations, including emotional responses and coping mechanisms, as well as silences that sometimes went unaddressed, sometimes without a diagnosis or language. I began to wonder whether mental illness is always inherited or whether children can learn emotional patterns so deeply that they feel genetic. That curiosity became my anchor. Instead of being overwhelmed by my environment, I started studying it. I read beyond assignments, listened more carefully, and paid attention to behavior as much as words. School slowly gave me language for what I had lived through, transforming confusion into inquiry and survival into purpose. These experiences solidified my commitment to higher education. Learning became a way to interrupt cycles that felt inevitable. Through education, I gained the tools to understand how the environment influences behavior, how stress affects development, and how early intervention can impact outcomes. Each class brought clarity to questions I had been carrying since childhood, reinforcing my belief that knowledge is a form of empowerment. In the future, I plan to become a lawyer with a background in psychology, specializing in community and family mental health. I aim to provide accessible support, education, and preventive resources for children and families navigating trauma. I will partner with organizations and policymakers to develop programs that address mental health before crises arise, reducing cycles of instability, addiction, and incarceration. My goal is to turn the lessons of my childhood into actionable solutions for others. The obstacles I have faced have taught me resilience, empathy, and the power of education. I pursue higher learning not just to change my own life, but to transform my community, one family, one child, and one opportunity at a time.

“For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand.” — Romans 7:19–21 The Apostle Paul’s reflection in Romans 7 reveals a radical and unsettling claim about human nature: that moral intention alone is insufficient to govern behavior. Rather than presenting wrongdoing as a simple failure of will or character, Paul exposes an internal conflict in which desire, habit, and embedded forces shape action in ways that often contradict conscious intention. At its core, this passage argues that human behavior cannot be understood through surface-level morality alone. It demands a deeper examination of the internal and environmental forces that influence decision-making, responsibility, and identity. Paul’s language is strikingly psychological. He does not describe evil as an external temptation that occasionally disrupts an otherwise stable self. Instead, he frames wrongdoing as something that “dwells within” him. This phrasing suggests permanence rather than intrusion. The self Paul describes is fragmented, divided between intention and execution. He wants to do good, yet repeatedly acts against that desire. This tension destabilizes the assumption that knowing what is right naturally leads to doing what is right. Paul’s experience suggests that moral clarity does not automatically translate into moral action. What makes this passage especially compelling is its refusal to assign blame in simplistic terms. Paul does not absolve himself of responsibility, but neither does he reduce wrongdoing to personal failure alone. By stating that it is “no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me,” Paul introduces the idea that behavior can be shaped by forces that feel inherited, learned, or embedded over time. “Sin,” in this context, functions less as a single immoral act and more as a condition something structural rather than episodic. This reframing challenges the idea that individuals operate in isolation from the forces that formed them. The passage also introduces a paradox of agency. Paul acknowledges his desire to do good, which implies moral awareness and responsibility, yet he simultaneously admits an inability to act in alignment with that desire. This contradiction raises difficult questions about free will. If someone repeatedly acts against their own values, where does accountability lie? Paul’s answer is not to eliminate accountability, but to complicate it. He suggests that human action exists within constraints shaped by internalized patterns that resist simple correction. Paul’s use of the phrase “evil lies close at hand” further reinforces this idea. Evil is not distant or abstract; it is immediate and familiar. It operates within proximity, suggesting habit rather than impulse. This closeness implies repetition, conditioning, and normalization. Over time, repeated exposure and behavior can make destructive patterns feel natural, even inevitable. Paul’s struggle reflects the reality that certain behaviors persist not because they are chosen freely each time, but because they have been reinforced through repetition. Importantly, Paul’s honesty dismantles the illusion of moral hierarchy. As a religious authority, he does not place himself above this struggle. Instead, he situates himself within it. This vulnerability serves a critical purpose. It challenges the tendency to judge others harshly while assuming moral consistency in ourselves. Paul’s admission invites readers to consider how often behavior is shaped by forces beneath conscious intention, and how frequently judgment ignores those complexities. Underlying this passage is a call for humility. By acknowledging the gap between intention and action, Paul argues against the idea that moral worth can be measured solely by outcomes. He urges readers to recognize the internal battles that shape behavior and to approach themselves and others with greater understanding. This perspective does not excuse wrongdoing, but it insists that transformation requires more than punishment or condemnation. It requires awareness of the forces that sustain harmful patterns. Ultimately, Romans 7 presents a vision of humanity defined not by purity or consistency, but by struggle. Paul’s conflict reveals a truth that extends beyond theology: people are shaped by what they carry within them, often in ways they did not choose. His reflection challenges readers to rethink responsibility, not as a blunt instrument, but as something that must be paired with insight, patience, and compassion. By exposing the complexity of human behavior, Paul offers not despair, but a foundation for understanding and, eventually, change.

I grew up learning how to read people before I learned how to read textbooks. I could tell when a room was about to shift by the way footsteps sounded in the hallway or by the silence that followed a slammed door. Those early observations shaped me long before I understood them. They taught me responsibility early, not as a choice, but as a necessity. My parents’ divorce ended when I was ten, but its impact lingered. The separation brought financial strain and instability, and as the oldest child, I stepped into roles I did not yet have language for. When my mother’s health declined due to fibromyalgia and her mental health became more fragile, I learned how to anticipate needs before they were voiced. By fifteen, I was working, budgeting my paychecks before they ever reached my account, and helping however I could. I did my homework late at night and learned to balance deadlines with caregiving responsibilities. Responsibility became routine. School was where I finally found words for what I had lived through. Lessons about behavior, environment, and development mirrored moments from my own life. Concepts that seemed abstract to others felt precise to me. I began to understand how patterns repeat, how stress can be learned, and how children absorb far more than they are ever taught directly. Education stopped being something I completed and became something I relied on. It gave structure to my questions and direction to my curiosity. I am committed to pursuing higher education because it enables me to transform my lived experiences into meaningful inquiry. I want to study the intersection of psychology, law, and social systems, particularly how mental illness, addiction, and behavior are shaped by both environment and circumstance. I am especially interested in challenging the idea that outcomes are purely inherited or inevitable. I want to explore how exposure, instability, and survival behaviors can mimic heredity and how early intervention and understanding can disrupt those cycles. My goal is to use my degree to reshape how we approach accountability and care. I want to work in spaces where research informs policy and where empathy exists alongside structure. Whether through law, advocacy, or research, I hope to contribute to systems that prioritize understanding over punishment and prevention over reaction. I am drawn to work that poses challenging questions and resists easy answers. Higher education represents more than a career path for me. It is a way forward. It is proof that responsibility does not have to become a limitation and that hardship can be transformed into purpose. I am pursuing a degree not to escape my past, but to understand it deeply enough to help others who are still living inside questions they do not yet have the language to ask.

Some responsibilities arrive before you are old enough to name them. Mine did when I was ten, the year my parents divorced. What followed was not a single rupture, but a series of quiet shifts, financial strain that settled into daily life and family conflicts that never fully resolved. Stability became something we worked toward rather than something we assumed. As the oldest child, I stepped into a role that blurred the line between daughter and caretaker. When I got my first job at fifteen, my paycheck was mentally spent before it ever reached my account. I learned to budget not for wants, but for needs: groceries, appointments, small comforts that eased my mother’s pain. My mother lives with fibromyalgia, and as stress compounded, her bipolar disorder became more visible. Supporting her meant being emotionally present, financially reliable, and constantly aware of what the household needed to function. I did not resent this role, but it demanded maturity long before I felt ready. Living this way sharpened my awareness. I began noticing patterns: how illness reshaped behavior, how stress intensified symptoms, how family history echoed through generations. When I learned that my grandmother carried the same diagnosis that my mother was displaying, it reframed everything I had witnessed. What once felt like chaos began to feel like a question one that has guided me ever since. How much of who we become is inherited, and how much is learned through environment and survival? Rather than letting these circumstances limit me, I treated them as a lens. My afternoons were split between homework at the kitchen table and listening for changes in my mother’s voice down the hall. I learned to finish assignments early because emergencies never followed a schedule. I read not just to pass classes, but to make sense of what I saw at home. When lessons introduced ideas about behavior and environment, they felt familiar. The diagrams in my notebooks mirrored conversations I had lived through. Words like learned behavior and triggers did not feel theoretical; they explained why a room could shift before anyone spoke, why stress traveled so easily through a household. Each new term gave shape to something I had already survived, and slowly, confusion gave way to clarity. Motivated, high-achieving students from disadvantaged backgrounds deserve opportunities because resilience alone is not enough; it must be met with access. Students like me are not asking to be saved; we are asking to be supported so that our effort can translate into impact for others. A grant would not erase the responsibilities I carry, but it would allow me to pursue higher education with focus rather than constant financial anxiety. I plan to dedicate my research to the nature versus nurture question that my mother’s life first raised for me. Her experiences sparked my curiosity, and my education will allow me to explore them with rigor and purpose. I have learned to succeed in complexity. With support, I am ready to turn that learning into contributions.

I grew up paying attention to patterns most people overlooked. Long before I knew the vocabulary for “behavioral psychology” or “generational cycles,” I was a child studying my environment like it held answers. I noticed how stress echoed through households, how emotional habits passed silently from one generation to the next, how some people recovered from hardship while others became trapped by it. My curiosity wasn’t academic at first it was survival. Over time, that curiosity turned into purpose. I began researching mental health, reading about human behavior, journaling my observations, and asking deeper questions about why people make the choices they do. The more I learned, the more I understood the role that environment, opportunity, and access play in shaping a person’s life and how often people are punished for circumstances they were simply born into. That is what drives my future career: I want to bridge business, psychology, and law to build systems that help people, not judge them. I hope to study political science with a minor in psychology, eventually pursuing a career in advocacy and justice reform. My long-term dream is to develop community-centered mental health programs, research-based interventions, and prevention models that address the root causes of instability especially in Black communities where support is often underfunded and under prioritized. But I don’t just want to work in the system. I want to build new ones. My interest in business comes from wanting sustainable, scalable solutions. You can reach a handful of people through one-on-one support but you can transform generations through organizations, policy development, and innovative programming. I want to create social enterprises that blend mental health support with education, legal guidance, and family resources, operating on accessible business models that meet people where they are, not where the system expects them to be. This could look like mobile counseling units for underserved neighborhoods, mentorship networks for at-risk youth, trauma-informed training modules for schools, or partnerships between legal organizations and mental health professionals to support families navigating crises. No matter the form, the goal remains the same: to prevent harm before it begins and to offer clarity where confusion used to be. In college, I expect financial barriers to be one of my biggest challenges. My family has faced instability, and I’m aware that tuition, transportation, housing, and resources can become overwhelming obstacles. But I’ve spent my entire life problem-solving under pressure. I know how to plan, how to stay disciplined, how to ask for help, and how to find alternative routes when the original path is blocked. I will work, apply for scholarships relentlessly, use campus resources, and stay grounded in my purpose. What keeps me motivated is the understanding that my education isn’t just for me. It’s a tool I plan to use to uplift others who grew up in environments like mine people who inherited stress instead of support, fear instead of guidance. My future career is about breaking cycles, increasing access, and building pathways for healing and opportunity. I want the work I do to remind people that their circumstances are not their destiny. That stability is possible. That understanding is powerful. And that one person committed to change can spark a ripple that reaches far beyond themselves. That is the impact I plan to make I and the future I am determined to build.

The kids’ movie that had the biggest impact on my life is Monsters, Inc. a film I originally watched for laughs, not life lessons. But somewhere between the chaos of boo-doors, furry monsters, and a one-eyed creature screaming about paperwork, I found a metaphor that quietly shaped the way I understand fear, identity, and the environments that raise us. When I was younger, I loved the movie simply because it was silly. Sulley tripping over toys, Mike Wazowski insisting he was “on TV,” Randall lurking like a lizard who needed therapy it was all hilarious. But as I got older, I began to see the film differently. Beneath the humor was a truth I recognized from my own life: fear is often manufactured, taught, and reinforced by the environments we grow up in. In the movie, monsters are taught from childhood to be terrified of human children even though the danger isn’t real. They inherit fear the same way people inherit eye color. Not through DNA, but through culture, imitation, and expectation. Entire systems are built around that fear. They learn it, practice it, and eventually live inside it without question. That idea changed me deeply, because I grew up watching patterns that didn’t make sense until I got older cycles of instability, emotional overwhelm, and mental health struggles that seemed to pass from one generation to the next. But Monsters, Inc. helped me understand something I couldn’t articulate then: not everything that feels hereditary actually is. Sometimes we inherit fear, silence, coping mechanisms, or emotional storms simply by being raised inside them. We absorb what surrounds us, just like the monsters did. And just like Sulley discovered, the things we’re taught to fear are often the things we need to understand instead. Boo wasn’t dangerous she was misunderstood. Her presence forced Sulley to unlearn the world he thought he knew and rebuild a new one rooted in empathy and truth. That lesson became personal. As I learned more about psychology, trauma, and the debate between nature and nurture, I realized how many behaviors especially around mental health are shaped by environment, not genetics alone. The movie became a symbol of the moment I understood that cycles can be interrupted. That fear can be questioned. That learned patterns can be unlearned. And that sometimes, understanding transforms everything. This insight shapes the future I want. I hope to study psychology through a legal and social lens, exploring how environment influences behavior, addiction, decision-making, and recidivism. I want to help rewrite narratives for families who feel trapped in patterns they didn’t choose, providing clarity where there has only been confusion. If Sulley could rebuild the entire monster world from fear-based energy to laughter-powered connection, then surely our world can rethink how we support those struggling with mental health. Monsters, Inc. may be a children’s movie, but it taught me one of the most meaningful lessons of my life: environments shape us, but they don’t have to define us. We can question what we inherited. We can rewrite the story. And we can build a world where understanding not fear becomes the source of our strength.

When I first met with Ms. Roland, that day I expected a quick check-in about classwork. Instead, I stepped into a space that felt alive, vibrant, and welcoming. Her classroom radiated warmth, a place where questions were encouraged, and curiosity was nurtured. That day, I came with a question I was planning to explore further through research, not expecting a lecture but hoping for understanding. We started with usual casual conversation but regardless of the topic Ms. Roland always leaned in, listened intently, and transformed the moment into a genuine conversation. We discussed patterns I had noticed in my family, such as the way tension rippled through rooms and the subtle ways behaviors repeated across generations. She has always been a guide to me as I connect my observations with psychological concepts. I asked, “What if the whole debate behind nature versus nurture isn’t actually a debate regarding mental illness?” She leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. “What do you mean?” she asked. I explained, “What if a child could replicate triggers for mental illness so precisely by observing a parent who suffers that it almost seems hereditary, even though it isn’t? To the point where they could pass a test with flying colors if needed.” She listened intently, her eyes lighting up, and then guided me further: “That’s a fascinating perspective. Let’s think about how behavior can be learned, internalized, and even mimicked across generations.” That conversation became a turning point, helping me realize that mental illness could be influenced as much by environment and maybe even more than the genetics. These private conversations became a space where learning felt alive. Ms. Roland didn’t just give me answers, she helped me think critically, connect personal observations with psychological theory, and explore possibilities I hadn’t considered before. Her encouragement turned moments of uncertainty into opportunities for growth. Because of her mentorship, I now approach life with intentional reflection. I analyze patterns before forming judgments, seek understanding before reacting, and translate insight into meaningful action. Ms. Roland didn’t just teach psychology she created a space where curiosity met guidance, where questions were transformed into clarity, and where private conversation became a catalyst for personal growth. The lessons I learned in that one-on-one discussion continue to shape the way I engage with the world, inspire the research I pursue, and prepare me to help others understand patterns that once seemed unchangeable. Her influence reminds me that the most powerful learning happens when it is personal, compassionate, and collaborative.

I didn’t realize speech and debate would change the way I share my faith until I found myself standing behind a podium my freshman year, palms sweating, heartbeat loud enough to feel in my ears. Public Forum isn’t gentle. Two teams, one topic, and barely any time to think. But in that pressure, I learned something that would shape my faith life more than any tournament trophy ever could: people listen differently when they feel respected, not persuaded. Before the debate, I thought sharing my Christian faith meant having the right answers. I believed conviction had to sound certain, airtight, unshakeable. But debate taught me the opposite. Week after week, I stayed after school building cases, searching for evidence, anticipating counterarguments. I learned to examine ideas I didn’t agree with, not to silence them, but to understand them. I learned to breathe through discomfort, to ask questions before responding, and to speak with clarity instead of volume. Most importantly, I learned that compassion is more persuasive than confidence. Those skills changed the way I talk about God. There was one round I’ll never forget. My opponents were arguing a position that frustrated me deeply. I felt myself getting defensive, ready to push back with every card I had prepped. But when crossfire began, I noticed something: they weren’t confident, they were scared. Their voices wavered. They weren’t attacking me; they were trying to protect their belief. So I lowered my tone, steadied my breathing, and chose calm over combat. The entire round shifted. That moment became the foundation of how I share my faith today. Faith, I realized, isn’t something people accept because you cornered them with logic. Faith grows where there is gentleness, patience, and sincerity. Debate didn’t just prepare me to defend my beliefs; it prepared me to express them in a way people can actually hear. Debate also taught me discipline. You can’t walk into a round unprepared. You research, you revise, and you practice your speeches until the rhythm becomes second nature. Sharing my Christian faith requires the same commitment. I study scripture, reflect on sermons, and pray with intention because — just like a case file — my faith deepens when I work at it. I learned to build my testimony the way I built my opening statements: piece by piece, grounded in truth rather than emotion alone. But the greatest gift debate gave me was courage. Courage to speak when my voice shakes. Courage to represent something bigger than myself. Courage to let my character speak louder than my words. When you compete in front of judges, you learn quickly that delivery matters as much as content. People don’t just listen to what you say; they watch how you say it, how you treat others, and whether you stand firm without being unkind. That awareness carries into my Christian walk. My faith isn’t only heard in conversations; it’s seen in how I treat classmates, how I handle conflict, and how I show grace when it’s hardest. Speech and debate trained me to communicate with confidence, but it also taught me the importance of humility. It taught me that winning an argument means nothing if you lose compassion in the process. Now, when I share my Christian faith, I do so the way debate taught me: by listening first, responding thoughtfully, and carrying myself with the quiet strength of someone who knows God doesn’t need me to be perfect, only willing. Because in both debate and faith, the goal isn’t to overpower someone. It’s to open a door.

When I imagine introducing myself, I always think of the small, ordinary moments that shaped me more than anything else. I think of the kindergarteners at the YMCA tugging at my sleeve asking me to watch their “show,” their faces lighting up when I kneel beside them. I think of the dance studio mirrors fogged with breath as my team collapses on the floor during a late into the afternoon practice, the music vibrating through our ribs as we try again and again to get one move right. I think of the Model UN conferences and debate confrences where I first felt the rush of standing up, adjusting my blazer, and realizing my voice could move a room. Those moments taught me who I am more than any description ever could. In school, I gravitate toward spaces where people feel safe enough to open up dance, childcare, student leadership, and mentoring younger students. Over time, I’ve learned something about myself: people tell me things. They tell me when they’re overwhelmed, when they’re excited, when they’re hurting. Maybe it’s because I grew up watching the quiet shifts in my own family the way my mother straightened the kitchen counters when she was anxious, or how my sister’s silence got heavy when something was wrong. I learned to read people long before I learned to analyze them. Now that I’m a senior, I’m preparing for the path ahead. After high school, I hope to study political science with a minor in psychology. I’m drawn to the places where human behavior and policy collide the way a single law can change a community, or how a child’s environment can shape choices they don’t even know they’re making. I want a career where I can carry stories, not just statistics, into conversations about justice, families, mental health, and opportunity. If I could start my own charity, it would grow out of the scenes I’ve witnessed quietly for years. I imagine a brightly lit room inside a community center walls covered in children’s drawings, volunteers sitting cross-legged on the floor teaching deep breathing or helping with homework, a dance class happening down the hall, a support group meeting behind another door. My charity would be a home base for young people living in emotionally unpredictable households. Not a clinic, not a lecture hall just a space where no one has to pretend they’re fine to feel welcomed. Its mission would be simple: help kids understand the chaos around them, and teach families how to break painful cycles with tools most people were never taught. Volunteers would tutor, run art and dance workshops, teach coping skills, and sit with teens, children and adults alike who just need to talk without fear. We would help families navigate resources they don’t even know exist. And we would make sure that a child growing up in instability can still imagine a future beyond it. If I ever build that charity and I plan to it would carry the same quiet strength I’ve seen in the mentors and caretakers who shaped me. The same kind of strength that Aserina Hill gave to her community gracefully. A strength that doesn’t have to announce itself, but changes lives all the same.

I grew up noticing things most children overlook. I paid attention to quiet shifts in a room, the way people’s emotions echoed off one another, and how certain patterns repeated themselves across generations. My family carried its own share of mental health struggles, though few of them were ever spoken about verbally. Watching people I loved navigate highs, lows, and unexplainable distances made me curious long before I had the vocabulary to describe what I was seeing. In many ways, those early observations became the first chapter of who I am today: someone who tries to understand rather than judge, someone who sees both the surface and what lies beneath. That curiosity shaped my passion for studying behavior, mental health, and the environments that influence people’s choices. As I learned about generational trauma, learned behaviors, attachment, and stress, I realized that my experiences were not unique. Many families navigate life without the language or support to understand what they carry. That realization led me to criminal justice, not because I wanted to focus on just crime, but because I wanted to understand the people behind the statistics, the forces that shape them, and eventually alter the systems that continuously fail them. Throughout my career, I aim to incorporate compassion and context into spaces that often lack both. I hope to explore how mental health, instability, and upbringing influence addiction, recidivism, and decision-making, and to reconsider the argument regarding Nature vs Nurture. My goal is to advocate for trauma-informed policies, mental-health-centered intervention programs, and systems that recognize the full story behind a person not just the moment that brought them into the legal system. I want to help reshape narratives, interrupt harmful cycles, and bring clarity to people who’ve been told their circumstances define them. I am aware that pursuing this path will present challenges. College will challenge me academically and emotionally. I will likely face financial stress, heavy course loads, and the emotional burden that comes with studying topics that reflect parts of my own life. There may be moments when balancing school, work, and my personal responsibilities will feel overwhelming. The end result is so worth the struggle that I have no choice but to continue meeting these challenges with the same perseverance that has brought me this far. I will lean on the support systems available to me, seek mentorship, stay organized, and remind myself of the “why” behind my goals. I have always pushed through adversity by focusing on purpose, and I know that same determination will guide me in college. My passions extend beyond academics. I love dance, writing, and self-care because they give me space to express myself and reset. I enjoy helping others, whether through volunteering or simply being someone people feel safe talking to. These passions keep me grounded and remind me of the importance of community, empathy, and creativity, qualities I hope to carry into my future career. Ultimately, I aim to utilize my education and personal experiences to make the world a more understanding and humane place, one person and one system at a time. If I can help even a few people break the patterns they grew up in or see themselves with more compassion, then I will know I am honoring the challenges I came from and building the legacy I want to leave.

Education became important to me long before I ever stepped into a classroom. It began the moment I started noticing patterns in my family that no one else seemed to notice. My grandmother’s sudden quiet moments as she drifts here and there, my mother pacing the hallway at night, my sister retreating into herself after any explosive moment. Only one person had a diagnosis, yet each carried pieces of the same storm. I remember sitting at the edge of my bed one night, wondering why the same emotions echoed through generations, and whether a mental illness could be absorbed simply by growing up in the presence of it. Instead of pushing those thoughts aside, I watched how tension filled a room before a single word was spoken, how children mimicked the adults around them, and how survival behaviors became habits that felt hereditary but were not. It was not something explained in a textbook. It was something I lived. As I grew older, I was faced with a need to understand these patterns, not only to make sense of my own world but also to someday help others make sense of theirs. I turned to reading, research, and conversations with teachers who encouraged me to look deeper. Education slowly became more than a requirement. It became a tool to decode the things that once confused me. In school, I found the vocabulary for what I had witnessed. Concepts like learned behavior, generational trauma, attachment styles, and environmental triggers gave names to experiences that had once felt invisible. The more I learned, the more I realized how many families carry similar patterns without ever receiving support or language to explain them. Even now, I am still piecing together how identity, upbringing, trauma, and opportunity weave together to shape a person’s life. The legacy I hope to leave is rooted in these early observations. I want to explore how mental illness, instability, and emotional environments influence children, families, and communities. I want to study these questions through multiple lenses, including psychology, sociology, and law. I hope to better understand why some people fall into addiction while others recover, why some repeat behaviors that hurt them, why some return to the legal system again and again, and why support seems reserved for a select few who know where to find it. I want to walk into courtrooms, research centers, and community spaces carrying more than theory. I want to carry the clarity that education and research gave me. I want to help reshape the narrative surrounding mental illness, especially the belief that it defines a person before they even understand themselves. Instead of treating these struggles as inevitable, I want to demonstrate how environment, trauma, and access to support can transform outcomes. My dream is to reshape the narrative surrounding mental illness and behavior. I want to replace assumptions with understanding and punishment with context. I want to help families recognize patterns that can be interrupted and to help individuals understand that the environment they grew up in does not have to define who they become. If I leave any legacy, I hope it is one that brings clarity, compassion, and possibility to people who have spent their lives believing they were destined to repeat what came before them.