First off, I thank you for the support you give to others who have had common experiences with PTSD and I thank you for your consideration. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a term I heard growing up, but never thought much of it until it impacted my own life. I grew up in a complicated home. My mom and dad separated at a young age because of my mom’s substance use addiction with alcohol. My twin brother and I spent most of our time living with our mother, who regularly drank. We were frequently left in harm’s way, as she would go missing, wandering the streets of downtown Reno, Nevada, get physically violent with us, resulting in the cops being called and visits from Child Protective Services (CPS).
In 2010, my brother and I thought we had finally reached a light at the end of the tunnel. Our mom started dating a man, by the name of Peter Linnerooth, a veteran who was a psychologist in the army. They got married and my mom was soon pregnant with my half-brother. Unfortunately, Pete had demons of his own, suffering from his own PTSD from his time in the military. My half-brother was born in September of 2012, and Pete completed suicide shortly after on New Year’s Day. Our family fell apart after losing him. My mom continued drinking again and we had more police and CPS involvement.
Now, in 2023, my twin brother and I are 22. We had moved out a few years ago to be on our own, but moved back in with our mom to help care for our half-brother when our mom relapses, who has no other parent besides his mom. At only 10, our half-brother has witnessed our mom in conditions I would not wish a 10 year old to see. He regularly cannot sleep and throws up during times when our mom is relapsing. I too, struggle to sleep and frequently wake up with nightmares from previous episodes I have experienced in my life. My siblings and I have been suffering with our own PTSD.
Despite my experiences, I have been in college, studying to obtain my Bachelor’s degree in Social Work. I graduate this May from the University of Nevada, Reno. This semester I have been interning with the Crisis Support Services of Nevada, where I take calls for the suicide prevention hotline and substance use hotline. I hold Pete and my mom close to my heart when taking my calls and use my current Social Work knowledge to help everyone who reaches me. I have been accepted to the University of Nevada, Reno graduate school, where my plan is to get my Master’s degree in Social Work. My goal is to work for the Veteran’s Administration, so I can help veterans navigate their own PTSD and get them connected with the resources they need. A scholarship would help me better take care of my school finances, so I can continue to support myself and my family as well.