I did not grow up surrounded by privilege, but I did grow up surrounded by purpose. I watched my grandmother come home from long shifts in healthcare, tired but proud, and I knew even as a little girl that she was making a difference. She was not just clocking in to work. She was saving lives, comforting families, and serving people who had no one else. That kind of strength left an impression on me, and it shaped the way I saw my future. I did not just want to be successful. I wanted to be needed. I wanted to be the kind of woman who could walk into a room and make someone feel safe just by being there. My journey into healthcare has not been easy. I come from a community where access to resources is limited and where healthcare often fails the people who need it the most. I have watched family members struggle with preventable conditions simply because they were not given the education or access they deserved. I have seen mothers neglected during labor. I have seen Black women unheard in exam rooms. And I have felt what it is like to want to help but not yet have the tools to do it. Those moments lit a fire in me. They reminded me why I chose this path in the first place. Getting to nursing school took grit. I had to overcome academic setbacks, financial pressure, and moments of doubt. But I stayed focused. I studied harder. I leaned on my faith and my support system. I am now in my nursing program, fully committed to walking in my purpose. I no longer just dream of working in healthcare. I am living it. Every skill I learn and every patient I meet gets me one step closer to becoming the kind of nurse I have always wanted to be. My long term goal is to become a certified nurse midwife. I want to care for women through every stage of their pregnancy and beyond. I want to advocate for Black mothers who are too often ignored. I want to lower maternal mortality rates in Mississippi. I want to make sure women feel seen, respected, and protected in the moments that matter most. But I do not want to stop at the bedside. I want to bring care into communities. I want to teach. I want to reach young women before they are patients. I want to help them understand their bodies, their rights, and their worth. I believe healthcare should not be a privilege. It should be a promise. A promise that no matter where you come from, what you look like, or what you have, you will be cared for with dignity. That is the kind of healthcare provider I am becoming. One who leads with compassion, serves with purpose, and fights for change that lasts.

Life-changing moments happen in seconds and I want to be the person who makes those seconds count. Watching my grandmother dedicate her life to healthcare taught me that true care goes beyond medicine. It is about presence, trust, and unwavering support. From the moment I understood this, I knew I was called to walk a similar path, standing with people when they are most vulnerable and in need of someone who truly cares. My passion for healthcare grew through real experiences. Volunteering in hospitals, I worked in places like the neonatal intensive care unit, pediatric wards, and the emergency room. I learned quickly that healthcare is more than treatments or tests. It is about offering comfort when fear is overwhelming and providing calm when chaos surrounds. Even when working behind the scenes, I saw how each action carried weight and how small acts of kindness made a profound difference. These experiences confirmed my decision to become a nurse and showed me the deep impact compassionate care can have. I take seriously the responsibility of entering lives in their most fragile moments. Nursing allows me to combine my desire to serve with practical skills and knowledge. I want to be present in those raw, real experiences where every choice matters. I want to be the voice advocating for patients who cannot speak for themselves and the steady hand that helps guide them through uncertainty. For me, nursing is not only a career. It is a commitment to being a source of strength and hope. My future goal is to become a certified nurse midwife. I am especially driven to support Black mothers in Mississippi, where the maternal mortality rate is among the highest in the nation. This issue is deeply personal to me and it is far more than a statistic. It is a call to action that I cannot ignore. I want to provide care that honors each woman’s story, respects her choices, and safeguards her health throughout pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum recovery. My mission is to help women not just survive birth but to thrive and feel empowered every step of the way. I am also committed to extending my impact beyond hospitals. I plan to bring maternal health education and support directly into communities where resources are scarce and healthcare access is limited. By expanding outreach to rural and underserved areas, I hope to offer culturally sensitive care and build trusting relationships with women who have too often been overlooked. Educating young women about their bodies and birth options, providing prenatal care, and supporting families after delivery will be key parts of my work. Through this, I aim to reduce disparities and create healthier futures for generations to come. Choosing healthcare was not a simple decision. It was a calling rooted in love, service, and the belief that everyone deserves dignity in their most vulnerable times. I am ready to dedicate myself fully to this journey. My goal is to change lives with knowledge, kindness, and action. Not just in moments of crisis but for a lifetime.

There are days when I wake up and feel like I am carrying the weight of the world before the sun even rises. Being a full-time student in nursing school while balancing family responsibilities and work demands more than just time management. It takes emotional strength, mental discipline, and the ability to keep pushing even when your mind and body are exhausted. My mental health plays a direct role in how I perform academically and how I show up in my personal life. When it is balanced, I thrive. When it is neglected, everything around me starts to unravel. As a future nurse and midwife, I understand the importance of caring for others, but I have also learned that caring for myself is not optional. It is necessary. There were times in the past when I tried to ignore the signs of burnout and overwhelm. I thought if I just worked harder and kept going, things would fix themselves. But what actually happened was that I lost focus, my grades began to slip, and I felt disconnected from everything I loved. That experience taught me that ambition without care leads to self-destruction. Now, I make mental health a priority because it affects my ability to succeed and serve others with a full heart. My mental health impacts my academic performance by influencing my focus, motivation, and energy levels. When I am in a good mental space, I can manage my workload more efficiently, retain information better, and engage with my studies deeply. When I am not, I find it hard to concentrate, I feel overwhelmed by deadlines, and I question my abilities. I have learned that awareness is the first step. I do regular check-ins with myself to assess how I am feeling emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. If something feels off, I address it before it gets worse. I take several steps to protect and nourish my mental health. First, I create structure in my day. I plan my week with intention, including study time, work shifts, and personal time. I also schedule breaks because rest is just as important as productivity. I use journaling to release my thoughts and reflect on my progress. Writing down what I am feeling gives me clarity and helps me recognize patterns in my emotional state. Another tool I use is movement. I do workouts at home, go on walks, and stretch before bed. Physical activity helps clear my mind and release stress. Spiritually, I pray and read scripture. My faith grounds me when everything else feels uncertain. I also surround myself with supportive people who uplift me and understand my goals. My mom and my close friends are my biggest motivators. Talking to them helps me feel seen and reminds me why I started this journey in the first place. There is no shame in taking care of your mind. As someone who wants to be a healthcare provider, I believe I have to live the message I plan to share with my future patients: healing starts within. I want to be the kind of nurse who not only shows up for others but also knows how to show up for herself. Mental health is not a weakness. It is the core of everything. My ambition is to create impact in women’s healthcare, but I know I cannot do that without first prioritizing my own well-being. I take my mental health seriously because I take my future seriously. I want to lead with compassion, but also with clarity. That starts by making sure I am whole, even while I am still becoming.

I am worth the dreams I aspire to achieve because I have walked through storms and still kept my purpose intact. I have had to be strong in silence, determined in chaos, and focused even when life tried to distract me. My dreams are not just ideas floating in my head. They are deeply rooted in the pain I have seen, the love I have been given, and the purpose I am stepping into. What I am working toward is not about fame or a paycheck. It is about healing. It is about change. I want to become a certified nurse-midwife because I know what it feels like to be unheard, to watch loved ones be dismissed, and to carry stories that deserve care. I have seen how the healthcare system can fail women of color, especially in the South, and I refuse to be another bystander who watches and says nothing. My dream is to create a space where women are seen, protected, and supported through one of the most sacred parts of life, bringing new life into the world. I have earned every step of this journey. I have balanced school, work, a long commute, and personal challenges without letting go of my goals. I have spent time volunteering in NICUs and emergency rooms, working closely with families who are scared, confused, and overwhelmed. I have learned how to show up with compassion even when I am tired. I have learned how to serve with grace even when I am uncertain. Everything I do, I do with heart. I am worth this dream because I am not afraid to start small and build with intention. I do not wait for perfect conditions. I move forward with faith. I am willing to learn, to grow, and to lead from a place of humility. My future clinic will not be built overnight, but it will be built by someone who understands that change begins with consistency, empathy, and deep listening. These dreams come from more than ambition. They come from witnessing injustice and deciding not to let it continue. They come from the women in my family who sacrificed so that I could dream beyond survival. They come from the belief that I was placed on this path for a reason much bigger than me. I am worthy of this dream because I have prepared for it, prayed over it, worked for it, and stayed true to it. I do not take this mission lightly. I am here to build something that lasts. I am here to make sure women of color no longer have to choose between care and dignity. I am here because someone needs me to be. This dream is not just about what I want to do. It is about who I am becoming. And I know without a doubt that the woman I am growing into is worth every ounce of the future she is working toward.

There is something unshakable about a woman who knows her worth, and I want to help more women, especially black women, feel that power in their bones. I did not choose this mission randomly. It chose me the moment I watched my mother suffer in silence during her pregnancy because her voice was not taken seriously in the doctor’s office. I was too young to understand medical terms, but I understood fear. That moment planted a seed in me that has grown into a deep and lifelong dedication to uplifting women and protecting their health and dignity. My passion for women’s health is rooted in both personal experience and service. I have spent years volunteering in hospitals, comforting mothers in the emergency room and holding tiny hands in the NICU. These moments made it clear how vulnerable women can be when they are navigating a system that often overlooks them. I realized that empowering women is not just about speaking up for them but standing with them and making space for their voices to lead. I saw how something as simple as listening could save a life. This realization is what led me to nursing and shaped my dream of becoming a certified nurse-midwife. I want to do more than deliver babies. I want to deliver justice and peace of mind. I want to be the person in the room who looks a woman in the eyes and says, "You are safe. I hear you. You matter." Far too many black women die during childbirth because their concerns are brushed aside or ignored. I plan to be the kind of provider who never lets that happen, who advocates with urgency and compassion, and who treats every mother with the care she deserves. My career goals extend beyond clinical care. I plan to open a women's health clinic in Mississippi that offers affordable, culturally respectful care and serves as a sanctuary for healing and education. I also want to work with grassroots doula and midwifery programs that are already doing life-changing work in our communities. My mission is to reduce maternal mortality and to restore trust between Black women and the healthcare system. But my work does not start after graduation. I am already planting seeds through mentorship, campus advocacy, and showing up for women in any space I am in. I believe you do not need a title to make a difference. You need purpose, love, and the willingness to keep showing up even when it is hard. Empowering women is not just something I do. It is who I am. I believe that when women are informed, respected, and surrounded by support, they rise—and when women rise, entire communities rise with them

In Jackson, Mississippi, it’s not uncommon to hear stories of Black women who nearly died during childbirth or stories of the ones who didn’t make it. I’ve heard them at family cookouts, in waiting rooms, and whispered between tears in hospital hallways. These stories don’t just live in the past. They’re still happening. And that’s exactly why I’m continuing my education after earning my BSN. I don’t want one more woman to become a statistic in my hometown. After completing my Bachelor of Science in Nursing, I plan to pursue a master’s degree in nurse-midwifery. I’m not doing this just to advance my career. I’m doing this to become the provider I wish so many women had. A provider who listens. A provider who advocates. A provider who makes people feel safe and seen in rooms where their voices are often ignored. Midwifery called to me because it blends everything I care about. Skilled medical care, emotional support, patient education, and community empowerment. I want to be in the delivery room not just catching babies, but holding space. Especially for Black women who are tired of not being heard. I want to be someone who can explain what’s happening in a way that makes sense, who pays attention to more than just vital signs, and who advocates like my patient is my sister, my mother, or my friend. I don’t want to stop there. My long-term dream is to open a culturally competent and diverse birth center in Jackson. A space where women of color feel comfortable, respected, and prioritized from the moment they walk in the door. I want it to be a place that offers more than prenatal care. I want to offer childbirth education, doula support, postpartum check-ins, lactation help, and real community. I want to build a space that feels like it was made for us because it will be. To do this, I need more than just passion. I need the training, knowledge, and credentials that come with a graduate-level midwifery program. Continuing my education will give me the tools to offer evidence-based care while also changing how care is delivered in my community. I believe that advocacy isn’t just about marching or posting. Sometimes it looks like sitting beside a laboring mother and making sure she knows she isn’t alone. This isn’t just a job path for me. This is purpose. I want to give Black women in Mississippi the birth experiences they deserve. With your support, I’ll have the opportunity to not only chase this dream but to build something that outlives me. A legacy of love, care, and safer beginnings.

During my first semester of college, I hit a wall I did not see coming. I had always been someone who pushed through challenges and kept going, even when I felt drained. But college was different. Balancing school, work, family responsibilities, and the pressure to succeed all at once started to wear me down. I was constantly tired, overwhelmed, and emotionally checked out. I stopped prioritizing myself. I ignored what my body and mind were trying to tell me, and my grades reflected that. I failed classes I knew I was capable of passing, and for the first time, I felt like maybe I was not cut out for the career I dreamed of. That was the moment I realized something had to change. I could not take care of others if I was not taking care of myself. I started small. I created a routine that included things like getting enough sleep, eating balanced meals, and setting boundaries with people and responsibilities that were draining me. I gave myself permission to say no. I leaned on my support system more instead of trying to do everything alone. Most importantly, I asked for help when I needed it. It was not easy, but slowly, I began to feel like myself again. That choice—to prioritize my mental, emotional, and physical health—completely changed my life. Once I made my well-being a priority, my grades improved, and I made the Dean’s List. I was able to focus better, stay organized, and show up fully in my classes. I had more energy to volunteer, study, and plan for my future. I realized that taking care of myself was not a sign of weakness. It was the strength that allowed me to show up for everything and everyone else in my life. As someone going into nursing and midwifery, I have learned that self-care is not just important. It is necessary. I want to help people through some of the hardest and most emotional moments of their lives. Whether I am caring for a woman in labor or supporting a patient who feels misunderstood, I have to be emotionally present and grounded to do that well. This experience taught me how to recognize when I need rest, when I need support, and when I need to take a step back before I can move forward. I now make my health a non-negotiable part of my routine. I know that one day, when I am a nurse and midwife caring for families, I will be grateful I learned this lesson early on. Because when you take care of yourself, you do not just survive. You show up stronger, wiser, and more ready to make a difference.

I come from a family of caretakers. The kind who put others first without thinking twice. My grandmother worked in healthcare and taught me early on to “help the ones who can’t help themselves.” That simple phrase stayed with me. At the time, I didn’t know how deeply it would shape the path I would take, but today it’s the root of everything I want to do. My journey toward midwifery began long before I ever knew what the word meant. Growing up, I watched my older brother struggle to be understood in a world that often refused to make space for him. He is autistic, and seeing the way people overlooked his needs—especially in healthcare settings—was painful. It also lit something in me. I realized how badly this world needs people who truly listen, who slow down, and who treat others like people, not problems. As I got older and began learning about nursing, I became especially drawn to maternal care. I saw how women, especially Black women, are often dismissed during pregnancy, labor, and postpartum. I started looking at statistics. I started listening to stories. And I kept seeing the same pattern: women of color are at greater risk of being ignored or harmed during some of the most vulnerable moments of their lives. That was the moment I knew I wanted to become a certified nurse midwife. Not just to deliver babies, but to protect and uplift the women delivering them. This goal is personal. I want to create a space where women of color feel heard, respected, and safe. I want to give them choices, knowledge, and care that centers their voices. I want to be the provider who looks like them, understands them, and fights for them. Along the way, I have taken real steps to prepare. I volunteered as a developmental support tech in the NICU, where I worked closely with premature infants and supported their families during emotional moments. I also worked with child life in pediatrics, helping young patients understand what was happening and giving them comfort during stressful experiences. These roles deepened my understanding of patient care and confirmed my passion for supporting families. I’ve also grown academically. After struggling in my first semester, I committed to improving and have since earned my spot on the Dean’s List. That growth taught me how to push through and stay focused on my goals, even when things get tough. This scholarship would not just ease the financial burden of nursing school. It would allow me to stay focused on becoming the midwife and advocate I know I am meant to be. With your support, I will continue my education and one day serve the very women and families who inspired me to take this path in the first place. I am not just building a career—I am building a calling that honors my roots and uplifts my community.

I am the girl who grew up learning that love is not just something you feel, but something you do. I was raised by a family of strong women who worked hard, gave without question, and showed up for others even when they were tired themselves. My grandmother, a healthcare worker, planted a seed in me early on when she said, “Help the ones who can’t help themselves.” That sentence followed me into every room I walked into, every decision I made, and every time I stood up for someone who could not do it on their own. I am also the sister of a strong and beautiful soul who happens to be autistic. My older brother has taught me more about patience, empathy, and advocacy than any textbook ever could. Watching him navigate a world that was not built with him in mind shaped the way I see people. It made me more aware, more driven, and more compassionate. I did not always have the words for it, but I knew I wanted to be someone who made spaces safer for people like him. That is what led me to nursing. Not just the science or the structure, but the chance to stand in the gap for people when they need it the most. I want to be more than a nurse who follows protocol. I want to be a nurse who listens, who notices the quiet signs, and who speaks up when something does not feel right. My long-term goal is to become a certified nurse midwife and open a maternal care clinic that also supports neurodivergent individuals and their families. I have already started building this foundation. I volunteered in the NICU as a developmental support tech, helping comfort premature babies and their families. I also worked with child life services in pediatrics, making sure young patients had someone to calm their fears and explain things in a way they could understand. These experiences reminded me that healthcare is not only about medicine. It is about presence. It is about protection. It is about people. I also faced academic challenges early in college, but instead of letting it define me, I turned it into a comeback. Since then, I have earned my place on the Dean’s List and continue to prove to myself that I am capable of more than I once believed. Through nursing, I plan to be the person I needed growing up. I plan to be the person my brother deserved. And I plan to honor my grandmother’s legacy by showing up every single day for people who cannot always show up for themselves. That is how I will make a difference. One patient, one family, and one act of compassion at a time.

From a young age, I witnessed the power of compassionate healthcare through my grandmother, who worked tirelessly in the medical field. Her dedication was more than just a job—it was a calling to serve those who often had no one to advocate for them. Growing up in that environment planted a seed in me, a desire to be a source of comfort and strength for others during their most vulnerable times. This early influence is what sparked my decision to pursue a career in healthcare. Choosing to become a nurse and, eventually, a midwife is deeply personal for me. It’s not just about a profession—it’s about fulfilling a purpose rooted in my own life experiences. I have seen firsthand how access to quality healthcare can change the course of a family’s story, and I want to be a part of that transformative process. Nursing offers me the opportunity to blend science, empathy, and advocacy into a career that truly matters. I am driven by the idea that every patient deserves to be treated with dignity, respect, and individualized care. During my time volunteering in various healthcare settings, including the NICU and emergency room, I learned the importance of patience, active listening, and teamwork. These experiences reinforced my commitment to nursing and shaped my understanding of what it takes to be a trusted caregiver. Working with children and families, I realized that healthcare is not just about treating symptoms—it’s about nurturing hope and healing the whole person. This holistic approach fuels my passion to continue learning and growing as a healthcare professional. Looking ahead, my ultimate goal is to become a certified midwife specializing in women’s health and maternity care. I want to support women through pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum—moments filled with joy, uncertainty, and sometimes fear. I believe that every woman deserves personalized care that honors her body and her choices. By becoming a midwife, I will be able to provide that care with expertise, compassion, and cultural understanding. Beyond clinical skills, I want to use my voice to advocate for equitable healthcare access in underserved communities. I am committed to breaking down barriers that prevent families from receiving the care they need. Through education, outreach, and policy involvement, I hope to contribute to a future where quality healthcare is a right, not a privilege. This scholarship would not only ease the financial burden of my education but also empower me to focus fully on my studies and clinical training. It would be an investment in someone who is dedicated to making a lasting impact in healthcare—not just for myself, but for the countless families I will serve. In short, my pursuit of healthcare education is more than a career choice—it’s a commitment to a lifelong mission of care, advocacy, and service. With every step forward, I carry the lessons of my grandmother, the stories of the patients I have met, and the vision of a healthier, more compassionate world. I found out about this scholarship through bold.org, browsing.

Some people find their calling in a classroom. I found mine in a hospital nursery, watching a baby fight for their life and knowing I wanted to be the person fighting with them.The nursing field interests me because I have always been drawn to helping people, especially those who cannot always help themselves. Nursing is not just a profession to me—it is a purpose. From a young age, I was inspired by my grandmother, who worked in healthcare. She would always tell me, “Help the ones who can’t help themselves,” and even as a little girl, those words stuck with me. That message became even more personal through my experience with my older brother, who is autistic. I have seen how hard it can be for him to be heard and understood, especially in places like schools or doctors’ offices where patience can be limited. I learned early on how to advocate for him and speak up when others would not. That experience made me realize that nursing is about more than medical knowledge. It is about being someone’s voice. It is about standing in the gap for patients when they are most vulnerable. My goal is to become a registered nurse and then pursue certification as a midwife. I want to specialize in maternal care while also advocating for patients who are often overlooked, especially neurodivergent individuals and women of color. My long-term vision is to open a clinic that not only supports childbirth but also provides resources and education for families with special needs. I want every patient who walks into my care to feel seen, safe, and valued. To prepare for this path, I have gained meaningful hands-on experience. I volunteered as a developmental support tech in the NICU, where I helped care for premature infants and supported families during fragile, emotional moments. I also worked alongside child life specialists in the pediatric unit, helping children stay calm and feel comforted through procedures and hospital stays. These experiences showed me that healing is not just physical—it is emotional and mental too. That realization helped me fall even more in love with nursing. One of my proudest accomplishments has been raising my GPA and making the Dean’s List after struggling during my first semester of college. I learned that I am capable of bouncing back, staying focused, and not giving up on myself or my goals. That lesson continues to push me forward through every challenge. Nursing is not a backup plan for me. It is the life I have worked toward, the passion I live out daily, and the future I am committed to building—not only for myself but for the people I will care for.

Some of the most important lessons in my life came from two people who taught me what it really means to care. From a young age, I witnessed the power of compassionate healthcare through my grandmother, who worked tirelessly in the medical field. Her dedication was more than just a job—it was a calling to serve those who often had no one to advocate for them. Growing up in that environment planted a seed in me, a desire to be a source of comfort and strength for others during their most vulnerable times. This early influence is what sparked my decision to pursue a career in healthcare. Choosing to become a nurse and, eventually, a midwife is deeply personal for me. It’s not just about a profession—it’s about fulfilling a purpose rooted in my own life experiences. I have seen firsthand how access to quality healthcare can change the course of a family’s story, and I want to be a part of that transformative process. Nursing offers me the opportunity to blend science, empathy, and advocacy into a career that truly matters. I am driven by the idea that every patient deserves to be treated with dignity, respect, and individualized care. During my time volunteering in various healthcare settings, including the NICU and emergency room, I learned the importance of patience, active listening, and teamwork. These experiences reinforced my commitment to nursing and shaped my understanding of what it takes to be a trusted caregiver. Working with children and families, I realized that healthcare is not just about treating symptoms—it’s about nurturing hope and healing the whole person. This holistic approach fuels my passion to continue learning and growing as a healthcare professional. Looking ahead, my ultimate goal is to become a certified midwife specializing in women’s health and maternity care. I want to support women through pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum—moments filled with joy, uncertainty, and sometimes fear. I believe that every woman deserves personalized care that honors her body and her choices. By becoming a midwife, I will be able to provide that care with expertise, compassion, and cultural understanding. Beyond clinical skills, I want to use my voice to advocate for equitable healthcare access in underserved communities. I am committed to breaking down barriers that prevent families from receiving the care they need. Through education, outreach, and policy involvement, I hope to contribute to a future where quality healthcare is a right, not a privilege. This scholarship would not only ease the financial burden of my education but also empower me to focus fully on my studies and clinical training. It would be an investment in someone who is dedicated to making a lasting impact in healthcare—not just for myself, but for the countless families I will serve. In short, my pursuit of healthcare education is more than a career choice—it’s a commitment to a lifelong mission of care, advocacy, and service. With every step forward, I carry the lessons of my grandmother, the stories of the patients I have met, and the vision of a healthier, more compassionate world.

The most important lessons in my life came from two people who taught me what it really means to care.The person who has influenced me the most is my grandmother. She worked in healthcare and spent her life helping people feel safe, seen, and cared for. From as early as I can remember, she would say to me, “Help the ones who can’t help themselves.” At the time, I thought it just meant being kind. As I have grown older, I have realized it means so much more. It means showing up for people when they are overlooked, misunderstood, or hurting. It means being a light for others during the hardest moments of their lives. I carry her words with me everywhere, and they have shaped not only how I treat others but what I want to do with my future. My older brother is autistic, and growing up with him gave me a close-up view of how unfair the world can be for people who are different. I saw him struggle with things like communication, social settings, and even doctor visits. More than that, I saw how people failed to understand him. I saw the blank stares when he needed support, the impatience when he was overwhelmed, and the way people treated him like a problem to be managed instead of a person to be cared for. That shaped me just as much as my grandmother’s lessons did. It made me more protective. It made me more patient. It gave me a fire to become the kind of advocate he never had outside our family. Due to my grandmother’s compassion and my brother’s challenges, I have chosen to pursue nursing. I want to become a nurse who provides more than just physical care. I want to advocate for people who are often pushed to the side, especially women and neurodivergent individuals. Too often women are dismissed in medical settings when they try to express their pain. Too often people with neurological differences are misunderstood, rushed, or treated unfairly. I want to change that by becoming the kind of nurse who listens, slows down, and speaks up when others do not. My goal is to become a midwife and continue supporting people during some of the most vulnerable moments of their lives. Birth is not just medical; it is emotional, mental, and deeply human. I want to create environments where patients feel safe to speak up and know that someone is truly listening. I want to be the kind of provider who builds trust and not just runs tests. Everything I have experienced—watching my grandmother serve others with care and growing up protecting my brother—has made me who I am. This path means more to me than just getting a degree. I am doing it for my family, for people who do not always have a voice, and for every future patient who deserves to feel respected and understood.