
St Louis, MO
Age
18
Gender
Female
Ethnicity
Hispanic/Latino
Hobbies and interests
Speech and Debate
Model UN
Calligraphy
Graphic Design
Drawing And Illustration
Singing
Embroidery And Cross Stitching
Social Media
Community Service And Volunteering
Volleyball
Reading
Christianity
Psychology
Classics
I read books multiple times per week
Juliana Pinto
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Juliana Pinto
985
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FinalistBio
I’m an aspiring forensic psychologist passionate about mental health and crisis intervention. After supporting someone through a suicidal episode online, I realized how often people fall through the cracks and how urgent it is to bring compassion and action into the mental health system. I hope to become the kind of professional who shows up when it matters most.
Although I received a scholarship to study in the U.S. at Maryville this Fall, expenses like health, food, and accommodation make it difficult to pursue my education and my dream without additional support.
Education
Maryville University of Saint Louis
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Psychology, General
Colegio Marista
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Master's degree program
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Psychology, General
Career
Dream career field:
Mental Health Care
Dream career goals:
Forensic Psychologist, Criminal Profiler
Head of Marketing & Graphic Designer
Private Employment - La Fleur Bistro2024 – Present1 year
Sports
Volleyball
Club2019 – Present6 years
Awards
- Gold Medalist - Iate Tournament - 22'
Arts
Independent Artist
DesignReels, Posts, Stories2021 – PresentBand - Metafora
Music25+ song covers, 3+ shows2023 – 2024Independent Artist
CalligraphyWedding Invitations, Logos, Visual Identity2020 – Present
Public services
Volunteering
Abrace & Mc Happy Day — Lead Volunteer2024 – 2024Volunteering
Ledores — Lead Volunteer2024 – 2025Volunteering
Cidadao Pro Mundo — Youngest G1 Teacher2024 – Present
Arnetha V. Bishop Memorial Scholarship
“Just one more step,” I begged via text message at 5 a.m.
When I entered Reddit early that evening, I couldn’t possibly have guessed what would come to happen. Browsing through some mental health channels, mainly to reflect on my issues, a post called my attention: “ I think I’ve gone too deep. What should I do?”
The Post said: I’ve been self-harming for years, but I think I’ve gone too deep this time. It’s bleeding a lot, and it simply won’t stop. I’m feeling dizzy and light, and I don’t know what to do”. Underneath that, thousands of messages with instructions and suggestions. But I instinctively knew he didn’t need instructions; he needed someone. That was a cry for help.
“Hey, I saw your message. Can we talk?”
I spent the next 5 hours talking with Loen. He told me his whole story, how he had trouble making friendships, was in and out of mental health facilities, and was almost dropping out of school because of his mental health. I kept bringing up that he needed to go to the hospital urgently and that he was in danger. That’s when he told me:
“ What if that’s the goal? What if I don't want to live anymore?”.
The ringing in my head was so deafening. Impossibly loud. Clouding all my rational thoughts. I'm just a girl still in school. What can I do for someone like Loen?
That’s when it finally dawned on me. At that very moment, I was the only thing keeping him alive. Not a psychologist, not a doctor, but a fellow human. I didn’t need to be perfect or an expert; I needed to be there.
“ You don’t want to die, Loen, you simply can’t take this life anymore, and I don't blame you. But as impossible as it sounds right now, tomorrow your life won’t be the same, and this pain that you are feeling will subside. You have me now, and we will go through this together. If now is unbearable, focus on staying alive this day, this hour, this second, with me by your side. Take a chance on yourself, and you won’t regret it. ”
After that, everything was a blur; he agreed to walk to the hospital despite the blood loss. Throughout the way, he kept messaging me to let me know he hadn’t passed out. I held my breath for every message he sent – “ I’m still walking” … “ I’m almost there”. “ Just one more step,” I kept repeating desperately, for both of us, as he neared the hospital.
I was only able to breathe again after he got admitted.
We still talk to this day.
This isn’t a story about expertise or credentials. It’s about a boy who needed to be seen—and a girl who chose to see him. Psychology is the art of noticing, understanding, and truly seeing another human being. That night made it clear: I want to spend my life doing just that.
But to help more people with the right tools, I need a formal education I can’t afford alone. With financial support, I can take the next step toward becoming a psychologist who studies behavior and meets people where they are, when it matters most. All I need is:
“Just one more step.”