As a child, I was surrounded by physical and emotional abuse and neglect. My biological parents were poor, and the money they earned went toward drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. I can’t remember a home-cooked meal or laughter around the table. I was constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing when I’d eat next or when I’d face the next episode of abuse. Through all of this, my refuge was art. It allowed me to forget the abuse and the rumble in my stomach, offering an escape into a world of color. When I was 8 years old, my four siblings and I were taken from our biological parents and placed into foster care. Over the next four years, I experienced extreme physical, verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse in four different foster homes. I was forced to stuff my feelings, bottling everything up and never speaking about what I was going through. At school, I took art classes and was able to draw, paint, and color. Though I never said anything, I’m sure I expressed the details of my trauma through my art without anyone realizing it. Despite the struggles I faced throughout my childhood, I found power in a coloring book and a crayon. I found my voice through art. It became my way to express myself and escape the struggles around me. For me, being an artist isn’t just a career choice—it’s a calling, driven by the experiences, struggles, and inspirations of my youth. While I am no longer in that toxic environment—I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019—I still struggle with major trauma and PTSD. My parents and family are now my biggest supporters, and I continue to use my art to create a safe environment. I take art classes at school and continue to express the things I am unable to say, whether I am aware of it or not, through my artwork. Art is the biggest part of my identity, and it has truly made me a better person. My artwork reflects the experiences that have shaped my life—grappling with the realities of poverty and abuse. I primarily work with charcoal, mixed media, and paint. I love to draw self-portraits, paint vivid portraits, and create realistic landscapes and scenes. I believe that creating realistic art allows me to connect with the world in ways I couldn’t as a child. When I draw self-portraits or portraits of others, I am able to identify emotions and create stories from their faces. With my unique blend of mixed media and charcoal, I can evoke raw emotion through color. Charcoal can be intricate and express depression, while mixed media can convey both happiness and anxiety. I want my emotions and my childhood experiences to be reflected in my artwork. I also want to take others’ struggles and create pieces that help them dig deep and realize they aren’t alone. When I was alone, I found solace in creating art, and I want the world to see the wondrous possibilities that art can offer. I want my art to speak to the strength and spirit of my community, conveying the unspoken narratives of those often overlooked. Art is my voice, and I use it to amplify the stories that deserve to be heard. Art is not just a passion for me—it’s a means of survival, expression, and empowerment. I want to use my work to give a voice to those who are often unheard. This scholarship will allow me to pursue my education and continue using art to make a difference in the world around me.

As a 17-year-old high school senior, my journey has been shaped by both struggles and triumphs. I grew up moving between rural farmland and bustling inner-city neighborhoods, often feeling cut off from the world or overwhelmed by the fast-paced city life. Despite the challenges, I found solace in a coloring book and a crayon. Art became my voice, a way to express emotions and experiences I couldn't put into words. For me, art isn't just a passion—it's a calling, a form of survival, and a way to heal from the trauma of my past. My childhood was marked by physical and emotional abuse, neglect, and instability. I was raised in an environment where basic needs were often unmet, and love was a rarity. When I was 8, my siblings and I were placed into foster care, where I endured further abuse across multiple homes. Through all of this, art was my refuge. Whether drawing self-portraits, painting vivid scenes, or experimenting with mixed media, art offered me a way to cope, process my trauma, and express the unspoken. Though I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019 and now have the support of my family, I continue to navigate the effects of PTSD and trauma. Art remains my healing process. My experiences have shaped my identity and aspirations. I want to become an elementary art teacher, as I see the power art has to help children express themselves, build confidence, and heal. I know firsthand how transformative art can be, and I want to provide the same refuge and guidance to others that I found in my own creative journey. Through my education and career, I aspire to use art as a tool for personal growth, empowerment, and social change. One way I plan to contribute to my community is by organizing art workshops for children and teenagers. These workshops would give young people a space to explore artistic techniques, learn new skills, and express their emotions in a positive environment. Art can be a powerful outlet for self-expression, especially for those facing adversity, and I want to foster an environment where students feel free to explore their creativity. I also believe that art has the power to address important social issues, and I plan to use my work to raise awareness about mental health, environmental sustainability, and diversity. Whether through public art, school projects, or social media campaigns, I want to spark conversations and inspire action around these critical topics. Art can challenge assumptions, shift perspectives, and encourage people to think deeply about the world around them, and I aim to use it as a catalyst for positive change. As I work toward becoming an art teacher, I also want to mentor students who may be struggling with their art or personal challenges. Many young people face obstacles that can affect their confidence, and I hope to offer guidance, encouragement, and support. Mentorship can make a huge difference in a student's life, and I want to be a positive influence that helps others overcome their challenges and grow both academically and personally. Through all of these efforts, I plan to make a lasting impact on my community. Art has shaped my life in profound ways, and I want to share its power with others. By offering opportunities for creative expression, building connections, and addressing social issues, I hope to contribute to the personal and collective growth of those around me. Art is my voice, and through it, I will continue to amplify the stories of my community, inspire positive change, and help others find their own voices.

As a 17-year-old high school senior, I have always had a deep passion for art and its ability to inspire, connect, and transform individuals and communities. My future plans include pursuing a college degree in art and eventually becoming an art teacher. Through my education and career, I aspire to not only share my love for art but also make a lasting, positive impact on my local community. By combining my passion for art with my desire to give back, I plan to create opportunities for others to explore their creativity, build connections, and grow both personally and collectively. One of the first ways I hope to contribute to my community is by organizing art workshops for children and teenagers. These workshops would be an opportunity for young people to explore different artistic techniques, learn about various mediums, and express themselves in a positive and creative environment. Art can be a powerful tool for building self-confidence and providing an outlet for emotions, especially for young people. By leading these workshops, I would help foster creativity, boost confidence, and provide a space for students to find their voice through art. Another way I plan to make an impact is by organizing collaborative art projects within my community. I envision projects such as painting murals, creating community sculptures, or hosting exhibitions where residents of all ages can come together to create something meaningful. These collaborative efforts would not only beautify public spaces but also bring people from diverse backgrounds together, building a sense of unity and pride. Working on these projects can foster a shared sense of accomplishment, allowing people to see the power of teamwork and creative collaboration in action. In addition to creating art for community engagement, I aim to use art as a tool to address important social issues. Through public art, school projects, or social media campaigns, I plan to raise awareness about topics such as mental health, environmental sustainability, and diversity. Art is a unique medium that can spark important conversations, challenge assumptions, and inspire action. By addressing social issues through my work, I hope to create an impact that goes beyond the visual, encouraging my community to engage in discussions and take steps toward positive change. As I work toward becoming an art teacher, I also want to give back by mentoring students who may be struggling with their own art or other subjects. Many students face challenges that can affect their confidence and motivation. By offering guidance, support, and encouragement, I hope to be a positive influence in their academic and personal lives. Mentorship is an opportunity to help others build their confidence, improve their skills, and overcome obstacles, and I am eager to contribute to that process. Through these initiatives, I hope to make a meaningful and lasting impact on my community. Art is a powerful tool that can bring people together, inspire positive change, and help individuals grow. By sharing my passion for art and offering opportunities for others to engage with it, I plan to contribute to the personal and collective growth of those around me. My goal is to help foster a community that values creativity, collaboration, and the power of artistic expression.

Growing up, I was constantly packing up boxes and moving from rural areas to urban ones, and back again. I was surrounded by both beauty and struggle. The streets were filled with vibrant street art, and the fields offered many textures, but they were also marked by the challenges of poverty. I often found myself with my nose in a coloring book, using it as a way to cope with the stress of my environment and express the things I couldn't say aloud. Art became my safe place. As a child, I was surrounded by physical and emotional abuse and neglect. My biological parents were poor, and the money they earned went toward drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. I can’t remember a home-cooked meal or laughter around the table. When I was 8 years old, my four siblings and I were taken from our biological parents and placed into foster care. Through all of this, my refuge was art. It allowed me to forget the abuse and the rumble in my stomach, offering an escape into a world of color. At school, I took art classes and was able to draw, paint, and color. Though I never said anything, I’m sure I expressed the details of my trauma through my art without anyone realizing it. While I am no longer in that toxic environment—I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019—I still struggle with major trauma and PTSD. My parents and family are now my biggest supporters, and I continue to use my art to create a safe environment. I take art classes at school and continue to express the things I am unable to say, whether I am aware of it or not, through my artwork. Art is the biggest part of my identity, and it has truly made me a better person. I chose to use art as a healthy outlet that was always there for me. In foster care, I couldn’t see past the day. I never imagined I could be happy or have a career. But my experiences have made me stronger and have set me on a journey of healing. I want to major in studio art and become an elementary art teacher. For me, elementary school was where I first took art classes, and those classes were there for me when I needed them the most. I want to create amazing art, but I also want to teach others how to express themselves in healthy ways. I believe art has the power to create change, and I want to be part of that movement. My biggest influence comes from the people in my community—the resilience of my neighbors, the murals on the walls of our city, and the stories shared by my family. These influences inspire me to use art as a tool for both personal expression and societal change. I am also inspired by all my art teachers. Everything I know now was taught to me by my art teachers. During my sophomore year of high school, my art teacher noticed my talent and began uplifting me. She allowed me to use any materials I needed and encouraged me to participate in competitions. Through her encouragement, I was able to advance to the state VASE competition, which remains one of my proudest achievements. She has shown me that with the right support, you can truly accomplish anything.

As a 17-year-old high school senior, I have always had a deep passion for art and its ability to inspire, connect, and transform individuals and communities. My future plans include pursuing a college degree in art and eventually becoming an art teacher. Through my education and career, I aspire to not only share my love for art but also make a lasting, positive impact on my local community. By combining my passion for art with my desire to give back, I plan to create opportunities for others to explore their creativity, build connections, and grow both personally and collectively. One of the first ways I hope to contribute to my community is by organizing art workshops for children and teenagers. These workshops would be an opportunity for young people to explore different artistic techniques, learn about various mediums, and express themselves in a positive and creative environment. Art can be a powerful tool for building self-confidence and providing an outlet for emotions, especially for young people. By leading these workshops, I would help foster creativity, boost confidence, and provide a space for students to find their voice through art. Another way I plan to make an impact is by organizing collaborative art projects within my community. I envision projects such as painting murals, creating community sculptures, or hosting exhibitions where residents of all ages can come together to create something meaningful. These collaborative efforts would not only beautify public spaces but also bring people from diverse backgrounds together, building a sense of unity and pride. Working on these projects can foster a shared sense of accomplishment, allowing people to see the power of teamwork and creative collaboration in action. In addition to creating art for community engagement, I aim to use art as a tool to address important social issues. Through public art, school projects, or social media campaigns, I plan to raise awareness about topics such as mental health, environmental sustainability, and diversity. Art is a unique medium that can spark important conversations, challenge assumptions, and inspire action. By addressing social issues through my work, I hope to create an impact that goes beyond the visual, encouraging my community to engage in discussions and take steps toward positive change. As I work toward becoming an art teacher, I also want to give back by mentoring students who may be struggling with their own art or other subjects. Many students face challenges that can affect their confidence and motivation. By offering guidance, support, and encouragement, I hope to be a positive influence in their academic and personal lives. Mentorship is an opportunity to help others build their confidence, improve their skills, and overcome obstacles, and I am eager to contribute to that process. Through these initiatives, I hope to make a meaningful and lasting impact on my community. Art is a powerful tool that can bring people together, inspire positive change, and help individuals grow. By sharing my passion for art and offering opportunities for others to engage with it, I plan to contribute to the personal and collective growth of those around me. My goal is to help foster a community that values creativity, collaboration, and the power of artistic expression.

As a child, I was surrounded by physical and emotional abuse and neglect. My biological parents were poor, and the money they earned went toward drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. I can’t remember a home-cooked meal or laughter around the table. I was constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing when I’d eat next or when I’d face the next episode of abuse. Through all of this, my refuge was art. It allowed me to forget the abuse and the rumble in my stomach, offering an escape into a world of color. When I was 8 years old, my four siblings and I were taken from our biological parents and placed into foster care. Over the next four years, I experienced extreme physical, verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse in four different foster homes. I was forced to stuff my feelings, bottling everything up and never speaking about what I was going through. At school, I took art classes and was able to draw, paint, and color. Though I never said anything, I’m sure I expressed the details of my trauma through my art without anyone realizing it. While I am no longer in that toxic environment—I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019—I still struggle with major trauma and PTSD. My parents and family are now my biggest supporters, and I continue to use my art to create a safe environment. I take art classes at school and continue to express the things I am unable to say, whether I am aware of it or not, through my artwork. Art is the biggest part of my identity, and it has truly made me a better person. Though I could have turned to drugs and alcohol given the extreme situations I was in, I chose to use art as a healthy outlet that was always there for me. In foster care, I couldn’t see past the day. I never imagined I could be happy or have a career. But my experiences have made me stronger and have set me on a journey of healing. I want to major in studio art and become an elementary art teacher. For me, elementary school was where I first took art classes, and those classes were there for me when I needed them the most. I want to create amazing art, but I also want to teach others how to express themselves in healthy ways. I believe art has the power to create change, and I want to be part of that movement. My biggest influence comes from the people in my community—the resilience of my neighbors, the murals on the walls of our city, and the stories shared by my family. These influences inspire me to use art as a tool for both personal expression and societal change. I am also inspired by all my art teachers. Everything I know now was taught to me by my art teachers. During my sophomore year of high school, my art teacher noticed my talent and began uplifting me. When I get my degree, I plan to become an artist and an art teacher. I want to use my trauma and experiences to make a positive impact on children the way that my art teachers did for me.

Growing up, I was constantly packing up boxes and moving from rural areas to urban ones, and back again. I was surrounded by both beauty and struggle. I often found myself with my nose in a coloring book, using it as a way to cope with the stress of my environment and express the things I couldn't say aloud. Art became my safe place. As a child, I was surrounded by physical and emotional abuse and neglect. My biological parents were poor, and the money they earned went toward drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. I can’t remember a home-cooked meal or laughter around the table. When I was 8 years old, my four siblings and I were taken from our biological parents and placed into foster care. Over the next four years, I experienced extreme abuse. At school, I took art classes and was able to draw, paint, and color. Though I never said anything, I’m sure I expressed the details of my trauma through my art without anyone realizing it. While I am no longer in that toxic environment—I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019—I still struggle with major trauma and PTSD. My parents and family are now my biggest supporters, and I continue to use my art to create a safe environment. I take art classes at school and continue to express the things I am unable to say through my artwork. Art has truly made me a better person and I believe art can change others. In foster care, I couldn’t see past the day. I never imagined I could be happy or have a career. But my experiences have made me stronger and have set me on a journey of healing. I want to major in studio art and become an elementary art teacher. For me, elementary school was where I first took art classes, and those classes were there for me when I needed them the most. I want to create amazing art, but I also want to teach others how to express themselves in healthy ways. I believe art has the power to create change, and I want to be part of that movement. My biggest influence comes from my teachers and my family. These influences inspire me to use art as a tool for both personal expression and societal change. Everything I know now was taught to me by my art teachers. During my sophomore year of high school, my art teacher noticed my talent and began uplifting me. She allowed me to use any materials I needed and encouraged me to participate in competitions. Through her encouragement, I was able to advance to the state VASE competition, which remains one of my proudest achievements. She has shown me that with the right support, you can truly accomplish anything. My artwork reflects the experiences that have shaped my life. With my unique blend of mixed media and charcoal, I can evoke raw emotion through color. I want my emotions and my childhood experiences to be reflected in my artwork. I also want to take others’ struggles and create pieces that help them dig deep and realize they aren’t alone. When I was alone, I found solace in creating art, and I want the world to see the wondrous possibilities that art can offer. I want my art to speak to the strength and spirit of my community, conveying the unspoken narratives of those often overlooked. Art is my voice, and I plan to use it to amplify the stories that deserve to be heard.

As a child, I often moved between various locations, from farmland to bustling inner-city neighborhoods. This either made me feel cut off from the world or trampled by the fast pace of city life. Despite the struggles I faced throughout my childhood, I found power in a coloring book and a crayon. I found my voice through art. It became my way to express myself and escape the struggles around me. For me, being an artist isn’t just a career choice—it’s a calling, driven by the experiences, struggles, and inspirations of my youth. Growing up, I was constantly packing up boxes and moving from rural areas to urban ones, and back again. I was surrounded by both beauty and struggle. The streets were filled with vibrant street art, and the fields offered many textures, but they were also marked by the challenges of poverty. I often found myself with my nose in a coloring book, using it as a way to cope with the stress of my environment and express the things I couldn't say aloud. Art became my safe place. As a child, I was surrounded by physical and emotional abuse and neglect. My biological parents were poor, and the money they earned went toward drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. I can’t remember a home-cooked meal or laughter around the table. I was constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing when I’d eat next or when I’d face the next episode of abuse. Through all of this, my refuge was art. It allowed me to forget the abuse and the rumble in my stomach, offering an escape into a world of color. When I was 8 years old, my four siblings and I were taken from our biological parents and placed into foster care. Over the next four years, I experienced extreme physical, verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse in four different foster homes. I was forced to stuff my feelings, bottling everything up and never speaking about what I was going through. At school, I took art classes and was able to draw, paint, and color. Though I never said anything, I’m sure I expressed the details of my trauma through my art without anyone realizing it. While I am no longer in that toxic environment—I was adopted by my aunt and uncle in 2019—I still struggle with major trauma and PTSD. My parents and family are now my biggest supporters, and I continue to use my art to create a safe environment. I take art classes at school and continue to express the things I am unable to say, whether I am aware of it or not, through my artwork. Art is the biggest part of my identity, and it has truly made me a better person. Though I could have turned to drugs and alcohol given the extreme situations I was in, I chose to use art as a healthy outlet that was always there for me. In foster care, I couldn’t see past the day. I never imagined I could be happy or have a career. But my experiences have made me stronger and have set me on a journey of healing. I want to major in studio art and become an elementary art teacher. For me, elementary school was where I first took art classes, and those classes were there for me when I needed them the most. I want to create amazing art, but I also want to teach others how to express themselves in healthy ways. I believe art has the power to create change, and I want to be part of that movement. I'm inspired by artists like Jean-Michel Basquiat, whose raw expressionism and ability to address social issues through art resonate deeply with me. But my biggest influence comes from the people in my community—the resilience of my neighbors, the murals on the walls of our city, and the stories shared by my family. These influences inspire me to use art as a tool for both personal expression and societal change. I am also inspired by all my art teachers. Everything I know now was taught to me by my art teachers. During my sophomore year of high school, my art teacher noticed my talent and began uplifting me. She allowed me to use any materials I needed and encouraged me to participate in competitions. Through her encouragement, I was able to advance to the state VASE competition, which remains one of my proudest achievements. She has shown me that with the right support, you can truly accomplish anything. My artwork reflects the experiences that have shaped my life—growing up in the inner city and grappling with the realities of poverty and abuse. I primarily work with charcoal, mixed media, and paint. I love to draw self-portraits, paint vivid portraits, and create realistic landscapes and scenes. I believe that creating realistic art allows me to connect with the world in ways I couldn’t as a child. When I draw self-portraits or portraits of others, I am able to identify emotions and create stories from their faces. With my unique blend of mixed media and charcoal, I can evoke raw emotion through color. Charcoal can be intricate and express depression, while mixed media can convey both happiness and anxiety. I want my emotions and my childhood experiences to be reflected in my artwork. I also want to take others’ struggles and create pieces that help them dig deep and realize they aren’t alone. When I was alone, I found solace in creating art, and I want the world to see the wondrous possibilities that art can offer. I want my art to speak to the strength and spirit of my community, conveying the unspoken narratives of those often overlooked. Art is my voice, and I use it to amplify the stories that deserve to be heard. Art is not just a passion for me—it’s a means of survival, expression, and empowerment. Growing up in the inner city has shaped my view of the world, and I want to use my work to give a voice to those who are often unheard. This scholarship will allow me to pursue my education and continue using art to make a difference in the world around me.

Kindness often starts with small, seemingly insignificant actions that can ripple outward, creating a positive impact on those around us. Reflecting on my life, one instance stands out where my pattern of kindness significantly affected others and myself: my commitment to supporting friends and classmates through their struggles, coupled with my efforts to foster a more compassionate school environment. During my junior year, I witnessed a close friend struggle with severe anxiety and depression. Recognizing the weight of her challenges, I made it a priority to be there for her. I listened to her concerns with empathy, providing a safe space for her to express her feelings without fear of judgment. This act of kindness—offering a non-judgmental ear and genuine support—became a cornerstone of our friendship. It not only helped her feel valued and less isolated but also strengthened our bond. The reassurance and comfort she received from our conversations were instrumental in her seeking professional help and developing coping strategies. This experience taught me that simply being present and offering understanding can profoundly affect someone's mental health and sense of belonging. In addition to supporting individual friends, I have actively sought to contribute to a more supportive and compassionate school environment. I noticed that some students often felt overlooked or marginalized, so I took it upon myself to ensure that no one felt left out. For example, when I observed that a student was being bullied, I stepped in to intervene and offer support. I approached the student being targeted, provided encouragement, and reported the issue to school authorities. This action not only helped the victim feel safer and more supported but also contributed to creating a more inclusive atmosphere within our school community. Beyond addressing instances of bullying, I have focused on fostering a positive environment through everyday actions. I make a conscious effort to pick up after myself, reducing the burden on janitors who work hard to maintain our school's cleanliness. This small act of respect reflects my appreciation for their efforts and contributes to a more pleasant and welcoming environment for everyone. Additionally, I regularly smile at peers and offer compliments, understanding that positive reinforcement can brighten someone's day and boost their confidence. Another way I've extended kindness is by staying after class to help my teacher clean up the classroom. Recognizing the extra effort it took for my teacher to prepare for the next day, I offered to assist with organizing supplies, wiping down desks, and tidying up the room. This small gesture not only made the end-of-day process smoother but also gave my teacher more time to focus on lesson planning and other important tasks. Additionally, I've spent time taking care of preschoolers in our school's after-school program, helping them with their activities, and ensuring they felt safe and engaged. These acts of kindness have taught me the value of being present and supportive in everyday situations, and they’ve strengthened my appreciation for the hard work of others. Each of these instances—whether it was offering support to a friend in need, intervening in bullying situations, contributing to the cleanliness of my school, or volunteering in the community—demonstrates a consistent pattern of kindness in my life. These actions have not only positively impacted others but have also enriched my own experience, reinforcing the idea that kindness is a powerful force for change. By showing empathy, taking responsibility for my actions, and actively engaging in community service, I have seen firsthand how small acts of kindness can create a ripple effect, fostering a more supportive and compassionate environment for everyone. As I continue my journey through high school and beyond, I remain committed to spreading kindness and making a positive difference in the lives of those around me. This commitment not only aligns with my personal values but also contributes to a broader culture of empathy and support. Through these experiences, I have learned that the impact of kindness extends far beyond the immediate moment, shaping a more compassionate world and creating lasting connections between individuals.

As a high school senior and a woman, I find myself navigating a complex landscape where academic pressures, social expectations, and personal well-being intersect. Struggling with anxiety, social anxiety, and depression, I have come to understand that my mental health significantly impacts both my academic performance and my personal life. However, I have also discovered effective strategies to manage my mental health and maintain a balance between my responsibilities and well-being. For many students like me, the transition into senior year brings increased academic demands and heightened expectations. Balancing rigorous coursework, college applications, extracurricular activities, and social interactions can often feel overwhelming. This pressure exacerbates my anxiety and depression, making it challenging to concentrate on studies, participate in class, or even complete assignments on time. Social anxiety further complicates my ability to engage in group activities or seek help when needed, leading to isolation and added stress. My mental health issues also affect my personal life. Social interactions, which are already difficult for someone with social anxiety, become even more strained under the weight of academic and extracurricular commitments. I often find myself withdrawing from friends and family, leading to a sense of loneliness that compounds my feelings of depression. The cycle of anxiety and depression can be relentless, making it difficult to find joy or satisfaction in daily activities. Despite these challenges, I have learned to prioritize my mental health through a structured approach that includes self-care practices and professional support. Establishing a daily routine has been instrumental in managing my time effectively and reducing anxiety. By setting aside specific periods for studying, relaxation, and self-care, I create a sense of order and predictability that helps me stay focused on my academic tasks while also allowing for necessary mental health activities. Incorporating mindfulness and relaxation techniques into my daily life has also been crucial. Practices such as deep breathing exercises, meditation, and yoga provide me with tools to manage anxiety and create a sense of calm, helping me stay grounded even during high-pressure situations. Understanding the importance of professional help, I have reached out to school counselors and mental health professionals. Regular therapy sessions offer a safe space to express my feelings and develop coping strategies, while my school counselor assists me in managing academic stress and navigating the college application process. Building a support network of understanding friends and family has been essential for my emotional well-being. Open communication with loved ones allows me to share my struggles and receive encouragement, which helps mitigate feelings of isolation and reinforces my resilience. Additionally, engaging in positive activities that bring me joy—such as painting, crafting, or participating National Art Honor Society —provides a much-needed escape from stress and maintains a sense of purpose and fulfillment in my life. Navigating the challenges of mental health while attending school is not easy, but it is a journey that has taught me valuable lessons about resilience, self-care, and the importance of seeking help. By prioritizing my mental well-being through structured routines, mindfulness practices, professional support, a supportive network, and engaging in positive activities, I have learned to manage the impact of anxiety, social anxiety, and depression on my academic performance and personal life. These strategies have not only helped me cope with the demands of high school but have also empowered me to pursue my goals with a greater sense of balance and self-awareness. As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the understanding that taking care of my mental health is a vital component of my overall success and happiness.

My name is Dakotah Davis. I am currently a senior in high school, but soon, I will become a college student, and I am to be 18 years old. I look forward to a new life stage, but I also frown upon these events with anxiety. I plan on attending university and majoring in studio art with a teaching certification; this will take me approximately five years to complete. I need this scholarship because my family consists of 8 kids and when I start attending college, 4 kids will be attending college. This scholarship will help relieve the stress I have on paying for college. I am also adopted and went through four years of foster care. Most kids have money that was building up from the tooth fairy and from an allowance, but I never had the chance till I was 12 to be able to save my money. So this scholarship would be a blessing. My fondest memory as a young girl was how I was continuously drawn to the wonderful magic of paper and pencil. As I look back on my love for drawing silly things on the side of every homework assignment and breaking every crayon I used as I attempted to color inside the lines of my coloring books, I see the match that lit the spark of creativity and love for art that I have now. With a lot of self-reflection and hours upon hours of creating artwork, I have discovered that my path is to become an artist. I love to do rodeo art competitions and VASE competitions. They provide great experiences and potential scholarships. “A true artist is not inspired, but one who inspires others.” -Salvador Dali I also see myself starting an art business; selling custom portraits, original art pieces, and greeting cards. I see a bright future ahead of me! Not only will this scholarship help me with my college funds, but it will also relieve the stress of college and on my art. For many years, I have applied for several scholarships and written numerous essays in search of ways to support my college experience. I believe this scholarship will help me pay for my college education and allow me to devote time and dedication to my art skills for a future career. I am extremely excited to continue my education and to inspire people with my artwork. And to know that I have a chance to further my education with scholarships is tremendous.

My hands get clammy, my vision blurs, my heart races, my body shakes, and my thoughts race. What is it that I am afraid of? Maybe I am about to skydive off a plane 14,000 feet in the air! Or is it that I am being chased by an angry mama bear? Nope. I am just thinking about turning my homework into the tray at my teacher's desk. I live with something that presents itself without me asking for it. Social anxiety is often something others don’t see. I live with it silently and most people don’t think I have it. I often have panic attacks when my anxiety reaches a point of no control. When I feel anxiety, in the moment I believe that this will never end. I always thought I was just shy or nervous, but as I got older I noticed that my anxiety happened when I walked into the cafeteria and when I entered stores. I avoid eye contact with people and do the classic fake texting on my phone. Living with social anxiety has shaped my experiences and perspectives, teaching me resilience in the face of challenges that many may not see. Social anxiety is a mental and behavioral disorder that affects roughly 13% of the world. The crippling fear of social situations is the main symptom. I sometimes wonder where my social anxiety came from. Through years of growth and improvement, I have been able to find the start of my anxiety. As a child, I was abused by my biological parents. I learned to fear them and that led me to fear the world. I thought all adults were going to hurt me. I was afraid to say anything for fear of being abused. At eight years old, I went into foster care. I moved through four different homes during four years. In all my foster homes, I was sexually, physically, and verbally abused. The fear never ended. What happened to me was horrible but I don’t want it to define me or affect my whole life. I don’t want it to prevent me from accomplishing basic things. I fear public speaking, meeting new people, job interviews, and shopping. One thing I started to do to help me get more comfortable with public speaking was take theater. I took it for two years, and I was able to stand in front of a crowd and say my lines. It hadn’t cured me, but it showed me that I could do it. I could get over my fears. Another way I was able to express my social anxiety was by putting it into my artwork. The feeling of the pencil gliding across the paper as I draw a self-portrait. Or the brush strokes that appear in my painting of a sunflower. I find art to be therapeutic. I can relax and somehow forget others around me when I draw. I don’t care who judges my art because it is who I am. I want to teach at facilities such as hospitals and teach people how to create art. I want to show people a way to get through difficult times. I want to let people know that art is a healthy way to express your emotions when you have no other way. Earning my bachelors is important to me because I want to improve my mental health by following my greatest passion. Though my anxiety once conquered me and held me down, I know that it won’t stop me from pursuing my biggest dreams.

Imagine if our world never heard the voices of Malala Yousafzai, Emma Watson, and Martin Luther King. How would our world be today? They all have had one ambition: to transform one aspect of the world and make it better. That is just the simple way of saying what these people did. They’ve all impacted the world that changed how the world thought. They have spoken for those who couldn’t talk, took action for those who couldn’t move, and stood up when no one could. Their colossal moments were when they changed the world without saying anything. I’ve always wanted to make a difference in the world and make life meaningful, but I never knew my potential, where to start, and who to look to. I realize what all these inspiring people had that I had: a tragedy that will fuel the passion that makes the world a better place. The winding road of mental health is a bumpy one with so many curves and cutting corners. You always start out at the beginning of this road and oftentimes people can’t get to the end. In my opinion, no one ever makes it to the end but everyone goes on this path. There is no end because it is a constant journey and effort that people make everyday. Some paths are more difficult than others, but everyone starts out on the same path. When I was eight years old, from the comfort of my home and the embrace of my parents, I went into foster care; I became a child of the state. I was neglected by my parents; physically, emotionally, and mentally. I was in and out of visitations with my parents and moving from house to house. The foster homes I was in caused me to have PTSD, high anxiety, and a lot of trauma. Since I was so young, my brain was still at a crucial development period. Foster care is a horrible place for children to be. The amount of confusion and neglect that children get is horrible. Fortunately, at the end of four long years, I was adopted by my aunt and uncle. They had gone through a long process to get me where I am today. I now have seven siblings, a home, and a successful life. I left the nightmare of the foster care system and thrived in my own home. I decided to never look back to that cruel system. But I ignored the problem of foster care that chased me faster than I could run from it. I realized I had to remember its faults and work towards the goal of making foster care a better system. I felt guilty that I was moving on while the other foster children were still stuck in foster care. Every year, children are in foster care. The majority of these children are younger than five years old. I couldn’t imagine a child going through such an experience. Typical things that children can do are hard for foster children to do. They don’t get the comfort of family or the promise of a future. This had a huge effect on my mental health. My mental health was so heavy on my shoulders at first. I couldn’t seem to heal from the trauma. My adoptive mom helped me to improve my mental health. With the love and support from her, I slowly began to recover. Along with her help, the new friends I made and the healthy relationships I made became long lasting. I also discovered meditating and yoga. These things really helped me to discover myself and my goals. I finally had time to find myself. I discovered that art is my biggest passion. I found self representation in my art and I have been learning to become confident, have better morals, and mature. I’ve learned to be patient and mindful. I look at life seriously, but I try not to shape my life to be perfect. I’ve been communicating effectively and have started to place the stepping stones for my intended path. From the little girl in foster care, I thought I would never be where I am today. I am so grateful for the opportunities in my life that have shaped me into this person. My perspective on life has changed and so have my goals. I always try to understand what people are going through to try and help them because I was there once. I want to make art my career. I express myself through my art and it helps my mental health as well. Through my art, I will be happy if at least one person finds happiness. I will feel accomplished. People often look at mental health as unimportant and a minuscule problem. When in reality, the root to every problem or success is mental health. As long as people have healthy relationships and continue to improve their mentality, they will live a happy life.

If I could have everyone in the world read just one book, I would have them read The Giver. The Giver is a powerful and thought-provoking novel that explores themes such as individuality, freedom, and the role of memory in shaping society. By reading this book, people can gain a deeper understanding of these important concepts and reflect on their own lives and values. The story follows a young boy named Jonas who lives in a seemingly perfect world where everything is controlled and predictable. He lives his world with no color, no feeling, and no freedom. He has to take a pill once he reaches a certain age in order to suppress the feelings he has as he grows. Soon, Jonas’ friend throws an apple at him. The odd thing is that the apple is red. Jonas has never seen this color. Nor does he know colors exist. His eyes are seeing colors and he isn’t sure how. When the people in this book reach a teenage, they are given a career. During this ceremony, he is skipped and left wondering what his career would be. Would he be banished? He is thrown obstacles and new experiences that put him at risk. He is supposed to keep this big secret, but how does he live a life where he can lie? His new job allows him to meet the person that holds all the memories of animals, colors, pain, and even snow. Jonas is introduced to these things; such blessings. This teaches him how diverse his world is and how much is beyond his own home. However, as he learns more about the world around him, he begins to question the status quo and realizes the true cost of conformity. Ultimately, The Giver reminds us of the importance of critical thinking and the value of diversity in our world.

I have a memory of when I was in preschool. My preschool had art classes that everyone attended. That day, the project my teacher gave us was to draw a bird on a tree branch. I recall being so excited to get to learn how to draw a beautiful bird! After art class, my teacher pulled me aside and complimented me on how well I drew the bird. I was ecstatic! That was my first memory of being able to draw and loving the compliments I received from my art teacher. I realize now, that the process of drawing isn’t what gives me complete fulfillment; it’s the look on people's faces when they see the art. Ever since then, I have taken art classes every year and have constantly been improving. My favorite art is charcoal; specifically portraits. I love to ask people for their favorite picture of themselves, and then surprise them with a portrait for them to hang in their rooms. Since improving my portrait skills, I have been asked to draw people. The greatest part is seeing the emotion on people's faces. Whether it be joy or sadness, putting a smile on someone's face is what I draw for. As of my junior year of high school, I decided that my future career would be as an artist. I want to go to college and major in studio art. I know, as an artist, the future is unsteady. I am honestly scared because I can’t see exactly what is going to happen to me. However, I feel that since I have been living like this, I have been able to be happier and relax more; knowing that I will be happy with whatever I do. Along with my art career, I want to make a positive impact around me and possibly around the world! I tend to be a very compassionate person. Whatever someone feels, I take on those feelings and can see perfectly through someone else's lenses. That is why it is so important to me, that I make someone happy with the artwork I produce. I don’t just wish to sell art. I want people to feel how I did while I made my piece. I want people to develop their views and opinions on what the art means to them. Art is another form of expression and communication; it’s just as loud and powerful.

As a child, I found it hard to make friends. I was really shy and I was often picked on or made fun of. Even to this day, the people around me judge me and silently hurt me. I see harassment happen in the hallways, online, and in my community. I know how difficult it is to put a stop to this whether you are being a bully or the victim. Many times the problem can be fixed and prevented; but how? Studies show that 20% of children in school have reported being bullied. Bullying can include spreading rumors, excluding peers, physical violence, and verbal violence. One way I believe that I can best advocate for the prevention of this is my career. I plan to be a child therapist. By doing this, I can help children go through hard times in all areas. While the victim is going through a lot when bullied, I also know that oftentimes, the bully doesn't have a malicious reason for doing the things they do. I feel that I could help navigate these children; the bullies and the victims. I aspire to be a child therapist. I want to help children through their struggles and thoughts as they develop. The stages a child goes through are the most critical and require treatment and guidance. One of the reasons why I want to become a child therapist is because, as a child I had a bad home with my biological parents that was abusive and neglecting. When I was eight years old I was put into the foster system for four years. State medical care was given to me, (this included therapy) but I never could express myself and I wasn't given good therapy treatment. Since I cannot go back to change the way I grew up, I really want to help children who are currently struggling. Becoming a therapist is my dream and I am determined to help children and make a change in systems. Making changes is hard. Whether that be for yourself or for others. Likewise, I would want to make changes in how treatment is given to children. Therapists can be amazing and sometimes they can be wrong for the patient. I want to make sure that clients can trust therapist to provide appropriate and adequate treatment for children. When I was in therapy as a child, the therapist I had let me play with toys as she observed me. This did not help me as a child. I realize that there are better ways to communicate with children to help them. I want to ensure that the children who are provided therapy, can get the best experience from me. Everyone deserves to be helped and loved; I know that I can provide that to children in the future.

When I was eight years old, I was taken from my biological parents and put into the foster care system. I was in foster care for four years when I was adopted in 2019 by my aunt and uncle. I lost both of my biological parents, and in 2023 my biological father passed away from a stroke and car accident. Since then, it's been hard to continue going, but I've had my parents by my side and my mom has by far supported me the most out of everyone. I desire to be a child therapist. I love children and one day desire to be a mother. My mom has supported me through every test I had anxiety for, every educational award, and every bad grade. She has put everything into making sure that I have the best education I can have. In high school, my mom has supported me while I take duel credit classes and honors classes. I knew it would be hard and probably wouldn't have done them without her support and recommendation. My mom always reassures me that I'll do my best and when I do she is proud of me. Not only has my mom supported me through my education, she supports me through my mental health journey; a big part in a good education. She has been the shoulder I can cry on, the embrace when I need it, and the tough love I need during difficult times. I most likely would have never done as well as I have done in school without her help. Along with mental health and education, my mom has given inspirational words and advice. Whenever I would have trouble making friends in school, or my friends were toxic, she guided me to make the right choices for myself. When teachers would mistreat me, my mom would be on the phone in seconds, and even marching up the front steps of the school. She is protective and inspirational. I truly look up to the strong individual that she is. Without the tragedy in my life, I never would have been where I am today. I have made big steps in my education and have excelled in art as well. My mom provides me with the materials for everything I do, and she's there to give me tough love when I need it. Every day is a struggle, but as long as my mom is by my side, I know I will be okay.

As raindrops fell on the car window, I couldn't help but stare back at my home. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the steps to the only place I had ever known. As I was taken from my parents and put into foster care, tears streamed down my face. I was only eight years old and had no idea what lay ahead of me. At first, I clung to the hope of returning home soon. But days turned into months, and my first foster home lasted only a month. I shared one bed with my four siblings, and each of us faced our own struggles. My next foster home was worse. Physically and mentally abusive, I was treated like an outcast by the parents and their children. But amidst the darkness, I found hope in religion. I started attending church regularly and slowly made friends, finding faith in the process. After being placed in one last home for two years, I learned that my aunt and uncle were fighting for our custody. It was finally in July that my family showed up to give us the great news: they had won. We cried tears of joy and embraced each other, knowing that I was finally out of the storm. I realized that I could be loved and accepted as a kid who needed a family, not just a stack of money. From that moment on, life changed dramatically. For the first time in years, I had a sense of stability and belonging. I was shown love and support, and I began to blossom. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could finally start to be a kid again. I learned to trust and love again, and to believe in myself. It was not an easy road, but with my mom and dad's help, I was able to overcome the challenges and build a bright future for myself. Life can be unpredictable and challenging, and it is essential to develop the strength to overcome obstacles and persevere through difficult times. Through the ups and downs of foster care, I learned to be tough and resilient. Another valuable lesson I learned is the importance of empathy and compassion. Foster care exposed me to a diverse range of people with different backgrounds, experiences and struggles. This helped me develop a broader perspective on life and taught me to be more accepting and understanding of others. It also gave me a greater appreciation for the power of kindness and compassion, and the positive impact it can have on others. Finally, foster care taught me the importance of taking responsibility for my own life and making the most of every opportunity. Life may not always be fair, but it is up to us to make the best of the hand we are dealt. I learned to be proactive and take control of my own life, and this has helped me achieve my goals and become the person I am today. Overall, while being in foster care was not easy, it taught me valuable lessons that have helped me grow and thrive in life. It has made me a stronger, more empathetic and compassionate person, and for that, I am grateful. Now, as I look back on my journey, I see how far I've come. I've overcome so many challenges and grown so much as a person. And I know that none of it would have been possible without my mom and dad's love and guidance and the struggles of foster care.

The human mind and behavior have always been topics of great interest to me, so I have decided to pursue a degree in Psychology. More specifically, a Clinical Child Psychologist. By understanding the reasoning behind people's thoughts and actions, we can make a positive impact on society as a whole. Psychology offers valuable insights into mental health, relationships, childhood development, and many other areas that affect our daily lives. I hope to contribute to this knowledge through my studies and work, and ultimately help others. Becoming a clinical child psychologist is a career path I am passionate about. Helping children and families navigate through difficult life circumstances is something that I find fulfilling and rewarding. The main reason why I am so passionate about helping children with mental health issues is because I had life-changing experiences that caused mental health issues at a young age. Being taken away from your parents at the age of eight and put through foster care can be a traumatic experience. I went through it. Children in such situations often experience feelings of abandonment, fear, and confusion. Foster care can be a mixed experience, with some children finding loving and supportive homes, while others face neglect, abuse, or constant moving. The lack of stability can also affect a child's emotional and academic development. It's important for foster children to receive proper support and care during this difficult time to help them navigate through the challenges they face. The lack of proper support I received in foster care, inspired me to want to help children everywhere struggling to get the proper they need. I have researched how tragic events affect children at very young ages. When I was a child, I felt so unwanted. A lot of children are misunderstood and are left to deal with their mental health issues when they grow. Because of the lack of help some children get, they develop more serious mental health issues that lead them on a risky path through life. I don't want any child to have to suffer with how they feel. Through therapy and counseling, I believe I can make a positive impact on the mental health and well-being of children and their families. By providing a safe and supportive environment, I can help children develop coping skills, increase self-esteem, and improve their relationships with others. Ultimately, I hope to contribute to a healthier and happier society by improving the lives of those who struggle with mental health issues.

I was lost. Lost in the minefield of drugs, abuse, neglect, and alcohol. I struggled with this every day until I was eight years old. I remember the night well. We weren't in school at all that day back in 2015. Well, we hadn't been going for months. We were moving. I had moved a lot, so this was no news to me. I was living in a messy home. When I say messy, I mean messy; peanut butter on the walls, feces on the floor, dirty dishes stacked high, and the little food we had was rotting in the refrigerator. The knocks came quickly. My mom came and took us to her bedroom to hide from them. I thought to myself, "What is happening? Please don't let us go!" My father stood long enough and decided to face the police he and my mom had been hiding from all their lives. The police checked our bodies for signs of abuse, which in our case there was, and they analyzed the house. We got told to "pack a little bit, and you'll be back tomorrow. We promise." We quickly were taken in the middle of the night to a nice couple. They could hardly speak English, so this was hard for me and my siblings. Even though they weren't amazing, they still took us in as fast as they could and made sure we were good. When I was at this home, me and my four siblings had to share one small bed. We got none of the toys, clothes or shoes from our home so when we arrived we had to use clothes that were donated. It was very difficult to go to school and I constantly was sad. Since the police told me that we would be back soon, I focused on that. I sat and waited by the window; waiting for my mom and dad to come. This home lasted about a month. While I was there, I got my first-ever pair of glasses. I should have gotten glasses a lot sooner! I was nearside and needed glasses. That was also the time we got brought to the office, almost all foster children go to. They gave us toys and questioned us. "What was it like at home with your parents?" This wasn't extremely difficult because I could remember a lot. In my eight-year-old mind, I didn't see a problem with the way I was living. I thought it was okay that we had a messy house, and I thought it was okay I didn't go to school. Now, looking back on it, it was a horrible situation to be in and I was constantly put in danger. The school was very difficult when I came back. It was difficult because no one asked if I was okay, or if I was sick. I got comments like, "Did you know your parents are in jail?" No, I didn't thanks for telling me. It didn't last long because my foster parents were moving and couldn't take us with them. So we moved on. This was the second home and much like the third home. We visited this family to see if we liked it. I thought it was nice. New children to play with, and good parents. I couldn't be more wrong. This was an extremely abusive home. The older boys sexually assaulted me and my siblings. This was extremely hard since this had happened before. It was negatively impacting. The older boys beat my brothers up all the time. They would kick him outside and kick him and cause bruises to his skin. I remember screaming at them to stop. But, nothing I could do could help his situation. But, I found my hope there; church. I found God and art there. That's what I believe helped me to continue and not give up. This home lasted almost two years. I felt extremely singled out. I'm sure a lot of foster children can relate to how that feels. The parents favor their children and hurt the children that aren't theirs. It made me feel like an outcast; if I didn't belong there, then I would never belong anywhere. Foster kids don't always get the perfect foster home. And many times, mental health issues and trauma are added on. I believe my experiences can help others to realize how hard it is to struggle without parents and to be put in the foster care system. As I continue my career, I wish to continue to help those around me who need encouragement to keep going. I am going to college to become a Clinical Child Psychologist. From my experiences, I have mental health issues that came from foster care. I was never given the correct resources to be healthy-minded. I believe I can make a change in the foster care system and help kids get the resources that I couldn't. Many foster children develop PTSD, Reactive attachment disorder, anxiety disorder, depression, BPD, and so much more. I believe with my career, I can find new methods to help these children live healthy lives.

If I could have everyone in the world read just one book, I would have them read The Giver. The Giver is a powerful and thought-provoking novel that explores themes such as individuality, freedom, and the role of memory in shaping society. By reading this book, people can gain a deeper understanding of these important concepts and reflect on their own lives and values. The story follows a young boy named Jonas who lives in a seemingly perfect world where everything is controlled and predictable. He lives his world with no color, no feeling, and no freedom. He has to take a pill once he reaches a certain age to suppress the feelings he has as he grows. Soon, Jonas’ friend throws an apple at him. The odd thing is that the apple is red. Jonas has never seen this color. Nor does he know colors exist. His eyes are seeing colors and he isn’t sure how. When the people in this book reach a teenage, they are given a career. During this ceremony, he is skipped and left wondering what his career would be. Would he be banished? He is thrown obstacles and new experiences that put him at risk. He is supposed to keep this big secret, but how does he live a life where he can lie? His new job allows him to meet the person that holds all the memories of animals, colors, pain, and even snow. Jonas is introduced to these things; such blessings. This teaches him how diverse his world is and how much is beyond his own home. However, as he learns more about the world around him, he begins to question the status quo and realizes the true cost of conformity. Ultimately, The Giver reminds us of the importance of critical thinking and the value of diversity in our world.

Mathematics has always been a subject that has captivated me. There is something truly fascinating about how precise it is. When I was little I'd always look forward to going to school just because math was something I could do easily. I find math in everyday activities, such as calculating calories, measurements in food, and even the numbers on the receipts. I find great satisfaction in the process of calculating numbers and using logic to arrive at a solution. One of the reasons I love math is the way it makes me think. I love algebra especially because I can plug solutions in and move around the variables. When I get the solution of x=, I always feel satisfied. For me to solve a problem, I analyze it from different angles and come up with a plan of attack. I deeply enjoy the brain exercise that math provides, and the sense of accomplishment that comes from finding the final solution. The second reason I love math is because it is a universal language that everyone can do. There is no language barrier in math, and this can give interaction between people with the barrier of language. It allows people to work together to arrive at a common goal. This makes math a truly global subject that has the power to bring people together. In addition, math can be applied everywhere. From calculating interest rates to budgeting for expenses, math is essential in navigating the world. I appreciate the way that math can guide me through the world, make sense of our world, and make informed decisions. In conclusion, my love for math comes from intellectual challenges, universal language, and practical applications. It is a subject that is enriching to me and continues to inspire me to learn more.

I believe I am unique. My uniqueness comes from my past. For my entire life, I have always helped people. My friends and siblings would always come to me for advice because they knew I could empathize and sympathize well. I feel my uniqueness is being able to care for others and help them. I have gone through many difficult things in my life, but I feel one event has truly changed me. When I was eight years old, I was taken away from my parents and put in foster care in 2015. I have moved around three foster homes for four years. In 2019 I was finally adopted. Being a child of the state is extremely difficult. I struggled with making friends and talking to therapists and teachers. All of my foster homes were abusive. I went through a lot to get to where I am today. The foster care system is corrupt. Not a lot of children enjoy being in foster care and usually are mistreated. This was the case for me. I was given a therapist, but I could never truly talk to her. Typically all the sessions I went to were playtime. This was not very helpful as I look back on it. What it truly was, was a distraction from my trauma. I didn't feel valued and I didn't want to be judged. I never connected or communicated, and I still struggle with communication. In my future career, I have decided to become a foster youth therapist. I want to become this because I think I could connect with these children. I know what the system is like, and I know exactly what foster kids go through. I didn’t have anyone at my school that shared my experience. I felt lonely, and many times I was picked on. I would also like to speak out about the system. I was a child of the state of Nebraska. I felt I wasn’t getting the help I needed and neither were my siblings. So many bad things were going on behind the scenes that no social worker, therapist, or doctor knew. To this day I have felt guilty for the things that have happened. But, instead of feeling guilty and sitting around thinking, “What if”, I could be speaking out to help correct the system. I feel I could help my community by becoming a therapist; I know I can save foster kids.

I was lost. Lost in the minefield of drugs, abuse, neglect, and alcohol. I struggled with this every day until I was eight years old. I remember the night well. We weren't in school at all that day back in 2015. Well, we hadn't been going for months. We were moving. I had moved a lot, so this was no news to me. I was living in a messy home. When I say messy, I mean messy; peanut butter on the walls, feces on the floor, dirty dishes stacked high, and the little food we had was rotting in the refrigerator. The knocks came quickly. My mom came and took us to her bedroom to hide from them. I thought to myself, "What is happening? Please don't let us go!" My father stood long enough and decided to face the police he and my mom had been hiding from all their lives. The police checked our bodies for signs of abuse, which in our case there was, and they analyzed the house. We got told to "pack a little bit, and you'll be back tomorrow. We promise." We quickly were taken in the middle of the night to a nice couple. They could hardly speak English, so this was hard for me and my siblings. Even though they weren't amazing, they still took us in as fast as they could and made sure we were good. This home lasted about a month. While I was there, I got my first-ever pair of glasses. I should have gotten glasses a lot sooner! I was nearside and needed glasses. That was also the time we got brought to the office, almost all foster children go to. They gave us toys and questioned us. "What was it like there?" This wasn't extremely difficult because I could remember a lot. This is no advantage. School was very difficult when I came back. It was difficult because no one asked if I was okay, or if I was sick. I got comments like, "Did you know your parents are in jail?" No, I didn't thanks for telling me. It didn't last long because my foster parents were moving and couldn't take us with them. So we moved on. This was the second one and much like the third one. We visited this family to see if we liked it. I thought it was nice. New children to play with, and good parents. I couldn't be more wrong. This was an extremely abusive home. The older boys sexually assaulted the girls. This was extremely hard since this had happened before. It was negatively impacting. But, I found my hope there; church. I found God and art there. That's what I believe helped me to continue and not give up. This home lasted almost two years. I felt extremely singled out. I'm sure a lot of foster children can relate to how that feels. The parents favor their children and hurt the children that aren't theirs. It made me feel like an outcast; if I didn't belong there, then I would never belong anywhere. Foster kids don't always get the perfect foster home. And many times, mental health issues and trauma are added on. I believe my experiences can help others to realize how hard it is to struggle without parents and to be put in the foster care system. As I continue my career, I wish to continue to help those around me who need encouragement to keep going. I'm hoping my art, voice, and mind can guide you along your journey.