Various personal experiences and stories from people around me have driven me to embrace a pro-life position. Most of all, my grandmother inspires grit and resilience in me. Her somewhat arduous life instilled in me an honest appreciation of the value of every human life. She went through many drastic challenges, yet still managed to create a loving home for her daughters against all odds. This becomes a continuous tale of strength and survival, showing in itself the dignity of every human being, regardless of the circumstances they may face. Her journey has taught me that life is precious, and that even in the face of adversity, every individual has the potential to contribute positively to the world. I can understand how fragile life is and how much mental and emotional support is necessary, as I also struggled with anxiety and panic attacks throughout my journey. These experiences have illuminated the reality that many individuals face struggles that threaten their well-being and self-worth. Just as I strive to provide a protected space for those struggling with their mental health, I also feel that it is critically important to fight for the dignity of the unborn, who cannot speak to their needs or advocate for themselves. Every life—a child’s, a friend’s, a family member’s—is filled with potential that deserves the right to grow and flourish. This deep conviction drives me to engage actively in conversations and initiatives that support life at all stages. This is the reason I am so deeply committed to upholding the value of every human life in my pursuit of a career in psychiatry, as I believe it is essential for the nurturing of understanding and compassion. My experiences have shaped my understanding of the complexities of mental health and how they intersect with the broader context of life decisions. I actively engage in mental health discussions and their association with life choices, advancing the idea that from the moment of conception, a human life is deserving of support, care, and respect. I volunteer at organizations that assist women in coping with unplanned pregnancies, offering encouragement and resources to help them embrace motherhood and navigate their challenges. These interactions allow me to witness firsthand the struggles many women face and the profound impact that support and understanding can have on their lives. Additionally, I engage in community outreach programs focused on the sanctity of life and raising awareness of mental health issues. These outreach efforts help foster a greater sense of community and collaboration in advocating for the dignity of all lives. To this end, I have made it a point to share my story to allow others to open up about their own struggles, and in that way, create an atmosphere of understanding where every human life, from the womb onward, is valued and cared for. Ultimately, these experiences have taught me the most important lesson that life is a rich tapestry woven with different episodes of difficulties and successes. It is our collective responsibility to respect the dignity of every human being, ensuring that all lives are cherished and honored. I am committed to advocating for those who may feel voiceless, helping to foster an environment where every person is recognized for their inherent worth.

Everyone has anxiety, that is a normal part of life; the feeling of not being okay with anything you do, uneasy when it comes to trying new things, etc. When I was going through this period, I knew it was normal, and once I was older, the anxiety would go away. I got older, and I told myself my anxiety wouldn’t be as intense when I get to high school. It is now my last year of high school, and my anxiety had its worst and best moments throughout these years. As of right now, anxiety still just sneaks up on me, parts of it stays in the back of my mind, but in its worst moments it can consume your mind, gain a voice, then become the only thing you hear. I remember moments where I would have breakdowns and call my grandmother as she was the only one willing to listen to my spiraling. Everyone thought it was a mere overreaction, but my grandmother saw the walls of my mind cracking as my fears would seep through. As I explained my thoughts, the simple act of her listening to my erratic and anxiety-influenced thoughts sealed those cracks in my mind, and brought me back to reality. After she would pull me back down to Earth, she would then talk about God, and how I need to begin to accept him into my life. She believes that God will give us the desires of our heart, as long as we follow his will. She believes that if I had God controlling the wheel of my mind and not allowing my anxiety to take control as it does sometimes, these breakdowns wouldn’t happen. I would get off the phone with her later in the night and just sit and think. I knew she was right, but I never acted on her words, mostly because I didn’t know how. I do think of myself as religious, just not as religious as my grandma is. Those words of hers rolled around in my head, pulling me into a different spiral about how people would think of me, treat me, and how much change would come into my life. I wasn’t sure if I wanted God to take control of my life, because there were aspects of it that I already appreciated and didn’t want him to change. I tried to put those thoughts into a backseat, but the idea would find itself in the front once I felt another breakdown forming. After months of dwelling on this idea that God could lead my life and these breakdowns could finally cease, I dealt with the situation the same way I deal with change I don’t think I’m ready for yet: First I pray, asking for his guidance and help as I navigate throughout the process, and then, I try to gradually incorporate him into my life slowly. It may not be ideal for some other believers, but gradual change is what is best for me, especially when the change affects more than just a change of environment, but my entire way of life. In this way, it doesn’t feel overwhelming and anxiety-inducing, but also feels like he has his hands on the wheel of my life more. I sometimes have my down moments while going through this process, like most people do when first getting back into religion. With this process, I also try to ensure that my mental health was being accounted for, so I began journaling, shared my thoughts and struggles with my friends and trustworthy people, and continued to live normally. Doing this made dealing with my stress and anxiety so much simpler, and encouraged me to incorporate more aspects of God’s will, and continue to properly manage my own stress and anxiety. At the beginning of high school, my mental health was at an all time low. I didn’t care what I was going to school for or what I wanted to achieve in the future. All I knew was that I had to be ready once I figured it out. If there isn’t one thing that I was secure in, it was my willingness to always keep my grades and my extracurriculars priority. As unhealthy as I view this process now, I do appreciate my determination to always want to keep my academics and outside responsibilities taken care of. I knew that I would still need a foundation for myself, and that other people relied on me to always be the best version of myself. On the outside, I definitely made sure of that. Now, I strive to achieve a career in psychiatry, inspired by my trials and tribulations with mental health. I want to support others in the way that I wasn’t; by giving people from all walks of life a space where they are able to freely seek help for the issues that have been damaging them, create a system of support for them, and professionally diagnose and treat them, giving them a chance to experience life without a mind consumed with anxiety and other disorders alike. Anxiety before made me feel incomplete, uneasy, and unable to trust. I couldn’t simply talk to people the way others could, I had doubts about religion and how to live, I barely could trust myself to make a decision on my own. Now, after giving myself the space to improve this aspect of my life, it allowed me to grow my faith and interpret for myself what God’s will is for me. It also helped grow strong and long-lasting friendships with people who genuinely care for me and my well being. It also allowed me to find a career in psychiatry, something I feel passionate about, and enjoy improving my knowledge about. People tend to associate mental health with a hurtful and inaccurate stereotype around people who just like us, need more intervention and support. Improving mental health can lead people to experience beautiful things, and allow them to find out more about themselves that they are not ashamed of. These experiences, and new aspects about myself that I’ve learned over the years is one of the main reasons why I strive to share the goodness of mental health to others.

My episode name would be “Rats Undercover,” a crossover between my two favorite Disney Channel shows, Lab Rats and KC Undercover. The episode would take place in the Lab Rats Universe, but begins in The Organization’s Headquarters. KC is informed by her boss, Agent Johnson, that Zane, her fathers worst enemy, has escaped and has teamed up with a man named Krane. Johnson tells KC that Zane managed to steal the hard drive in which contained the real life identities of all agents within the workplace, and a powerful serum KC and her family had previously retrieved from The Other Side. She is tasked to go to Mission Creek California, find and return the serum back to The Organization, destroy the hard drive, and bring back Zane if possible. She poses as a new student at Mission Creek High School, and befriends the family of Donald Davenport, as she knows they already have had an encounter with this new partner Zane has acquired. Krane used to be partners with Donald Davenport’s brother, Douglas Davenport, so she decided that he would be her main source of information. She follows him down to Donald’s lab and spies on him to see if he had any more close ties with Krane, and is surprisingly discovered by Leo Dooely, the stepson of Donald Davenport. She pushes him back into the elevator he came out of and tries to explain her mission to him, but Leo is fixated on the idea that she is lying, until he sees her get new information from Agent Johnson on her holographic watch. She then tells him that he is to tell no one of this mission, and if he would like to help, he would need to tell her everything he knows about Krane and where she can find him. Leo is overjoyed to help KC and tells her everything about Douglas and Krane: How Douglas created the first bionic superhumans, had them taken away from him almost immediately and adopted by Donald, his first battle with Donald to get them back, and his alliance with Krane to get them back again, but this time making Krane the most power hungry bionic man in the world. After, KC continues her investigation on Douglas and finds the location of his and Krane’s old lair. While she is investigating, both Douglas and Donald find her and immediately question her. Apparently they had been tracking her since Leo had found her in the Lab. All instincts of KC’s is telling her to abort this mission, but because of the information Leo gave her, and the willingness of Donald and Douglas to finally come together again and help her amidst their damaged relationship, she chooses to continue the mission without letting The Organization know her cover was blown. Not only did she want to save The Organization, but she wanted to save their relationship. Later, Adam, Bree, and Chase are finally filled in and are completely blindsided by the information. Nevertheless, they were ready to help KC’s cause. Donald eventually finds the coordinates in which Zane and Krane are located. However, KC wanted to help Douglas and Donald too, so she decided that she needed to do this mission the way she always does, with her family. In this case, this weird kid, 3 bionic superhumans and two childish grown men who hate each other were her family. She knew the best way they could come together as one was to fight as one.