A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. When I'm an Art Therapist I want to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. The only way I was able to go on this long untreated was because of art. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. The main reason why I am going into this field is because I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. My older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around and my mom was busy providing for me, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. But now I understand what he wanted from me, to be the best version of me and not let anyone else thinks affect me from reaching my goals. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around, so my older brother took on that role. He told me as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything because he would take care of the rest. He wanted his baby sister to be better than others and to have a backup plan, something I didn't think about at the time. Supportive, provided life lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. Sadly, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but also my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and I eventually, myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was, I didn’t have anyone to vent to whenever times got hard. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. A few times, I will say honestly, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 when I decided to return to college after a nine-year gap right before COVID. Dealing with all my disabilities for so long untreated, makes me want to be able to help those who are like me and have struggled for someone to hear them. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art when words are not enough.

I came back to school in Spring 2020 when I was 26 after I graduated from high school back in 2011. I am currently 29, working towards my Bachelor’s in Art, Media, Design, Digital, and Media Arts from California State University San Marcos and then continue until I get a Master’s and a Doctorate in Psychology. As an Umoja student, I have been able to find a sense of community on campus where I have not had one before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I lost my older brother I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020 after COVID. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I was a student at Mira Costa College in 2022, I worked with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitated the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Additionally, I was part of the Umoja Program on campus. As a Peer Educator, I provided Mira Costa students with resources by pointing them in the right direction. In addition, help them overcome any physical or mental barriers on campus. I gave the other Peer Educators different art topics and activities to bring to our tabling events on campus to support the students. Over that Spring semester, I was working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. We added Poetry and Outings with Nature that semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As an Umoja student, I have been able to find a sense of community on campus where I have not had one before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

When I was a student at Mira Costa College in 2022, I worked with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitate the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Additionally, I was part of the Umoja Program on campus. As a Peer Educator, I provided Mira Costa students with resources by pointing them in the right direction. In addition, help them overcome any physical or mental barriers on campus. I gave the other Peer Educators different art topics and activities to bring to our tabling events on campus to support the students. Over that Spring semester, I was working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. We added Poetry and Outings with Nature that semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As an Umoja student, I have been able to find a sense of community on campus where I have not had one before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I was 13 on March 22, 2007, which was the day that I lost my big brother. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. As an Umoja student, I have been able to find a sense of community on campus where I have not had one before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I grew up where I witnessed both domestic violence and substance abuse at a young age. I've also been in a few relationships where I was a victim of domestic violence and managed to get myself out of those situations completely. As a Umoja student, I have been able to find a sense of community on campus where I have not had one before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. With this, I have been able to help my fellow African American students overcome hardships and get on the right path for their own education journal by being someone they can lean on. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. With this, I know I can help African American women by having classes catered to anyone who has experienced domestic violence and/or substance abuse. By providing housing, counseling, support, and job opportunities to those women who need the help. I never had the help or support I needed when I was going through my traumas, so I want to create a place I wish I had when I was younger that I could go to that would be my safe place. If I can make this a reality because I know my life would be different if I had a place like this.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can attend a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. I lost my brother when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him, and I lost myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him, and I lost myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and a support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

My brother was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost my brother and my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop my pain. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. Art was the other outlet I had during this time, and from there, I have grown a love for it since it allowed me to speak freely to express myself without judgment. As a Umoja student, I have found a sense of community on campus that I have not had before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. After graduating with my Bachelor’s, I plan to move to Vancouver, Canada, and attend Vancouver Island University for my Master’s in Psychology and continue until I earn a Doctorate in Psychology. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. This scholarship will make it so that I don’t have to take out any student loans while I pursue my higher education. I want to reach my doctorate without getting into debt over it.

That's Her by Georgio Music, and Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie are songs that are very close to me. That's Her is me in a nutshell since every verse of that song describes what I have and am currently going through with my mental illnesses. How I continue to do what I can to be "okay" and push forward no matter what. Almost as if someone has seen what I have gone through and made it into a song. Toxic Thoughts is another song I can relate to since I have always felt as though I am a burden to people in my life even though I have done and continue to be an overachiever so that I don't disappoint anyone or let anyone down. The weight I feel from this is numbing, but knowing that one day I will be able to move on and grow from this experience. However, none of it will doesn't define who I am or what I strive to be.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to have a studio that offers not only the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, and beading but also provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop my pain. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and a support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop my pain. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

My name is Chauntrell “Chanti” Turner. I am a current student at Mira Costa College and Palomar College, studying to get my Doctorate in Psychology to become an Art Therapist. I’m transferring to California State University San Marcos for a Bachelor’s in Art, Media, Design, Digital, and Media Arts while pursuing an Associate’s degree in Three-Dimensional Art with an emphasis in Glass, Three-Dimensional Art with an emphasis in Jewelry and Metalsmithing, and Japanese. After graduating with my Bachelor’s, I plan to move to Vancouver, Canada, and attend Vancouver Island University for my Master’s in Psychology and continue until I earn a Doctorate in Psychology. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. My name is Chauntrell “Chanti” Turner. I am a current student at Mira Costa College and Palomar College, studying to get my Doctorate in Psychology to become an Art Therapist. At Mira Costa, I work with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitate the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Additionally, I am part of the Umoja Program on both campuses. Over the Spring semester, I have been working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. In addition, we added Poetry and Outings with Nature this semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As a Umoja student, I have found a sense of community on campus that I have not had before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I am also working with the Umoja program at Palomar to create a Black Student Support Group for the following semester.

My name is Chauntrell “Chanti” Turner. I am a current student at Mira Costa College and Palomar College, studying to get my Doctorate in Psychology to become an Art Therapist. I got accepted into California State University San Marcos for Spring 2023 for my Bachelor’s in Art, Media, Design, Digital, and Media Arts. After graduating with my Bachelor’s, I plan to move to Vancouver, Canada, and attend Vancouver Island University for my Master’s in Psychology and continue until I earn a Doctorate in Psychology. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

My older brother was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop my pain. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I’m looking to transfer to Cal State San Marcos for either a Bachelor’s in Art and Technology, Visual Arts, or Art, Media, Design, Digital, and Media Arts while pursuing an Associate’s degree in Three-Dimensional Art with an emphasis in Glass, Three-Dimensional Art with an emphasis in Jewelry and Metalsmithing, and Japanese. After graduating with my Bachelor’s, I plan to move to Vancouver, Canada, and attend Vancouver Island University for my Master’s in Psychology and continue until I earn a Doctorate in Psychology. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

My name is Chauntrell “Chanti” Turner. I am a current student at Palomar College, studying to get my Doctorate in Psychology to become an Art Therapist. A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. Unfortunately, he was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. At Mira Costa, I work with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitate the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Additionally, I am part of the Umoja Program on both campuses I attend. Over the Spring semester, I have been working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. In addition, we added Poetry and Outings with Nature this semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As a Umoja student, I have found a sense of community on campus that I have not had before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. The hardest part for me is learning to let go of things out of my control and keep going forward no matter what. I have had to learn the hard way throughout my life, and something I can pass on to those who don’t know. I wish I had known this when I was in high school or even after graduating because it is crucial to know these things as someone who hasn’t had little to no real-life experience.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. To be the best person I could be and not worry about what others think of me. To push through the tears and know that you are worth more than you know. And most of all. Never let anyone take away what makes you, you. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and a support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. Finally, it became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. At Mira Costa, I work with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitate the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Over the Spring semester, I have been working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. In addition, we added Poetry and Outings with Nature this semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As a Umoja student, I have found a sense of community on campus that I have not had before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day. At Mira Costa, I work with Health Service as a Peer Educator and Co-Facilitate the Black Student Support Social with Tammah Watts. Additionally, I am part of the Umoja Program on campus. As a Peer Educator, I provide Mira Costa students with resources by pointing them in the right direction. In addition, to help them overcome any physical or mental barriers on campus. I have given the other Peer Educators different art topics and activities to bring to our tabling events on campus to support the students. Over the Spring semester, I have been working closely with Tammah. As a result, we created a space where black students are supported in their daily lives and can express themselves freely. We added Poetry and Outings with Nature this semester to give students more opportunities to allow themselves to deal with everyday student challenges. As a Umoja student, I have found a sense of community on campus that I have not had before. Being part of it has helped me make new friends, network, and gain more insight into different welcoming opportunities for black students. I hope to expand my skills and learn as much as possible on my journey. One day, I want to help people struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally overcome obstacles through art to live better lives.

A single mom and my older brother raised me growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother took on that role. He taught me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. He was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him that I never got from anyone else. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Though he is not here watching me from where you all are now. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother but my father, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him, and I lost myself in the process. Going into high school in a completely different city from my friends in middle school, who knew what I went through, was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to support me anymore or cheer me on from the sidelines. I was more alone than ever, but I never let it show. I held all my emotions inside and never let anyone see me at my worst since that was a lesson he had always taught me. The only difference was that I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I had to be a hard worker, a good student, and a support. The one everyone counted on even though no one was ever there for me. I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a kid but was never officially diagnosed until 2020. A few times, I wanted to end my life and stop the pain I was feeling. It became unbearable to deal with all the emotions I was feeling at once without support, but I kept pushing on because I knew that was what my brother would have wanted. I hope to become an Art Therapist to help those find their voice and be able to express themselves through art, whatever medium works best for them. Also, to show and give them hope that it is possible to overcome your traumas and grow from them. I want to be able to have a studio that offers not only offers the basics like painting, drawing, ceramic, beading, etc. But also one that provides glassblowing, stained glass, metalsmithing, gardening, photography, and so many other things. I want workshops or classes where people can come and have a workshop dedicated to their specialty. For example, if someone is into African dance, ballet, music, or anything I don’t already have, they want to offer a three-week class. I’d make it so my clients could sign up for any workshop I have and be a part of it for their healing journey. I would like to see art therapy focus more on specific demographic groups, people with particular mental or physical illnesses, or those with social anxiety than psychotherapy because it can and will help them heal from their problems more so than talk therapy. This is something I am passionate about, and I want to be able to make this dream a reality one day.

I will not say that my childhood was easy since it’s anything but. I was raised by a single mom, and my older brother was growing up. My dad wasn’t around like he needed to be, so my older brother, Kenya, took on that role. He always told me that as long as I got good grades in school and played a sport, he would take care of everything else and be the best person I could be. He always encouraged me to push through the tears and know that I am worth more than I know. And most of all, to never let anyone take away what makes me, me. Kenya was someone I looked up to because of the support, lessons, and love I got from him. He is the reason I am here with you all today. Unfortunately, my brother is not here with us today. He was taken from me when I was 13 on March 22, 2007. That was the day I lost not only my brother, my father figure, my cheerleader, my support, my shield, my best friend, my mentor, and most importantly, he was my other half. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him, and I lost myself in the process. I was uprooted from my middle school friends and went to a completely different city, which was more challenging than I expected. I had no one to talk to fill those shoes that Kenya wore. I felt alone and didn’t let it show. Sadly, I developed depression, anxiety, PTSD, and insomnia as a young adult and was never officially diagnosed until 2021. One of the lessons he always told me was, “Don’t let anyone see you weak; come to me for anything. I will always be there to help you. He would say,” I hear his words telling me this today. As a result, I choose to be diligent in my studies, support my peers and take ownership of my responsibilities. I keep pushing on because I know that is what my brother would want for me. “Keep going, don’t give up, you are almost there,” I hear him say whenever I struggle with life, school, or work. So, I push on! As sad as my story is and terrible as some of the things I did, it does not define who I am today. Does it hurt to live with the past I had? Yes, it is hard, but I can’t build a future if I’m too busy looking behind me in the past. There’s nothing I can do to change it. We can do nothing to change our history, so you must set sail and lose sight of the shore. The hardest part for me is learning to let go of things out of my control and keep going forward no matter what. I have had to learn the hard way throughout my life, and something I can pass on to those who don’t know. I wish I had known this when I was in high school or even after graduating because it is crucial to know these things as someone who hasn’t had little to no real-life experience, something they don’t but should teach in high school.