My mother was a young, fun, and lively person until she met my father. What seemed to be the perfect marriage ended in turmoil as my father chose drugs over his family. By the age of 3 my father started abusing drugs and my mom started taking notice. She gave him a few tries and he failed her. She decided to leave him when I was five and navigate the world on her own. My mother lost her home she owned because without my father’s help she couldn’t afford it. Through my young eyes I watched my mother struggle with no child support and a family who lacked emotional support towards her. My mother worked countless nights at the hospital to make ends meet while I spent countless nights with grandparents so she could make money to feed us. My mother is my hero. She is the strongest person I know. Even though we struggled I wouldn’t have changed my life. I felt all my mother’s pain through my childhood. I know she tried to hide her pain but we were so connected I still felt it all. My mother and I were the best of friends throughout my childhood. We went through our normal battles in life when I went through the teenage years. We ended up stronger than ever in my young adult years. Growing up with a single mom has taught me grit and resilience. I refuse to let anything hold me back. I wake up with a fire to provide for my son everyday, even though I find myself in her position as a single mother. I never expected to be a single mother but I wear my title with pride. I will show up every day like my mom did. I am currently working and going to school and raising my son. I am proud of myself. My mother is even more proud of me. Making my mother proud is the best feeling in the world. My mother overcame her struggles and got her associates degree at 48 and her bachelors degree at 51. After my mother pursued her education later in life I realized that I can do anything I want too, no matter the struggles. With my mom and my son by my side I can accomplish anything. I am currently going to college and working towards my associates in Speech-Language Pathology. After I get my associates I plan on working as a Speech-Language Pathology Assistant in a school district. While working as a Speech-Language Pathology Assistant I plan on getting my bachelors and then my masters. Helping kids is what I was born to do. I really look forward to helping children reach their highest potential.

Throughout my life my mental health has changed. From one stage to the next it grew in its intensity. As a child with a father who was a drug addict I faced anxiety at a young age. Living life without my father sent me through a world wind of emotions in my childhood. My mother struggled to do what she could to feed, dress, and keep a roof over our heads. I admire her, I watched her struggle through my young eyes. As a teenager the typical hormonal problems came but were intensified with my pre-existing mental health issues. I started counseling by age 14. I was diagnosed with ADHD and later on depression. I started medications at 16 that unfortunately didn’t help me. Self harm became soothing, self medicating became regular. In my young adulthood I suffered from the worst depression, anxiety, and OCD. The OCD didn’t develop until my early 20’s, I am not sure where it came from but it came with a vengeance. One of my therapists told me it was from having such bad anxiety. I found myself doing daily rituals before leaving the house and suffering from intrusive thoughts. OCD and anxiety have been a powerhouse that has rocked my life in the worst way. By the age of 29 I realized it was time for me to try to get my life together. Me and my significant other decided to try for a baby. I didn’t want to let my mental health hold me back from the family I longed for. I had a blissful pregnancy and all my mental health problems subsided during pregnancy. Shortly after having my son the black cloud crept back in. I suffered from postpartum anxiety and depression and the OCD from prior years still lingered. I masked my mental health so my son couldn’t see it, but I cried in silence. I love him so much and never wanted him to know there was something wrong with me. I watched as mental health awareness grew around the United States. It made me feel less alone. Knowing that a large portion of our society suffers from mental health issues makes me realize how prevalent it is. I always hope that people truly get the help they need. There has been countless people around me who have either committed suicide or turned to drugs which eventually led to their demise. Having mental health issues has caused me to look at the world with a softer point of view. I don’t judge a book by its cover because I know even the happiest looking people can be the saddest. I try to help people whenever possible and I try to be a shoulder to lean on for my friends and family. Even when I’m hurting inside it’s easy for me to help someone else. I am just a caring person. Every single day I watch my son grown it gives me the power to get through my mental health issues. My son keeps me going. My son needed speech therapy back in 2022 and it really caught my interest. I decided to not let my mental health hold me back and go to college to pursue an Associate’s in Speech-Language Pathology. I wish to work as a SLPA when I graduate. While I’m working as a SLPA I plan on getting my Bachelor’s degree and hopefully my Master’s degree after that. I’m in my third semester in college. Being a single mom and working and going to college poses its challenges, but every single day I get up and I try. Some days are good and some are not, but nonetheless I keep trying. When I see my GPA I can’t believe it. I’m have a 3.9 GPA and I am so proud of myself. I have never in my life felt self worth until now. I am so proud of myself and all I have worked for. This scholarship would help me pay for my tuition, books, and gas to get to class. I wish I could take away all the mental health problems the people of this planet suffer from. The world would be a much better place without crippling mental health issues. I hope everyone finds ways to cope with their struggles and finds their way to a happy life. I’m sorry about the loss of your mother. My condolences. It’s a wonderful thing you are doing in memory of her. Thank you, Kaycee Westfall

Being a mother has been the hardest and most rewarding job I have ever had in my life. When I had my son I thought I couldn’t go back to school because it would be too hard. He’s turning 4 this year and I can’t make ends meet with the job I have now. I have found a passion for the medical field and have a goal in mind to go through the LVN program and bridge to RN from there. Taking care of my son has caused me to see the amount of empathy I have towards humans and I’d love to share that by helping my community as a nurse. My son has really helped me learn so much about myself and he doesn’t even know it. What a blessing it has been to bring him into this world. I had my son in 2020 during the Covid 19 pandemic, it was a very scary time for our family. I am a self employed cosmetologist and my business took a severe hit due to the pandemic. I was not allowed to work as a hair dresser because the governor of CA shut our state down. I understand why he did what he did, but it meant my family had only one income. One income in CA doesn’t feed a family of four. I ended up applying for state aid to feed my family. It was one of the hardest times in my life that I have encountered. I felt so low and worthless. Time has passed, life has returned back to as “normal” as it can be, but my business is still suffering. I came to the realization that in order to feed and house my son I have to change my career path. He is my motivation and strength. I know I have to do this for us. I am working to pay for him to be in daycare a few days a week so I can go to school. I have a few more classes until I can apply for the nursing program (LVN) and I am so happy. I am nervous for the financial part of nursing school. I do a high school counselors hair and she has guided me into the direction of scholarships. So this is my effort to alleviate some of the financial stressors of school. I know my son will benefit from this career change, so I know in the end it will be worth it. I have tried to keep faith the last few years, I went through postpartum depression and anxiety and I have finally resurfaced from that hole. I am ready to conquer the world for my son and I. I am now a single mother and I know this all lies on me. My motivation calls me “mommy” and I am so blessed.

This hit home with me. I’d love to tell you guys about my best friend and cousin Angelo Bowers. He was the person I looked up to from a very young age, he was the comedian of the family which inspired me to want to make people laugh. He had an amazing heart, he was the light of my life. He was a few years older than me so he treated me like a younger sister most of the time, we were like siblings, best friends and cousins all in one ! What a special time it was. We grew up in a catholic family and when we would go to church we would try to sit as far away from our great grandma as we could because we knew we’d be laughing the whole time ! Making stick figures with our fingers and making them run on the pew and crash into each other. He would make silly faces and we would giggle if the priest would miss a note during his song. ( so terrible I know, I’ve apologized a million times, haha). We also used to go to Disneyland and we would be standing in line for rides and he would tell me “we’re all gonna die” while making funny faces which would in turn freak my 6 year old self out.. and I’d cry and embarrass my mom. One time on the way to Disneyland he decided he was going to flash his butt to a car on the grapevine which ended up making the person so mad that they got road rage over it and followed us around for quite a while. We were scared at the time, nothing ever came of it so we laugh about it now. He used to fart on my head at Christmas before we opened our Christmas presents. I’m telling you guys he was the silliest person you have ever met. We grew up close, really close. I was an only child so he was like a brother and a best friend all in one. We would shoot hoops and play soccer after school, he’d come pick me up and we would go have fun. What 15 year old wanted to play with their 9 year old little cousin. Well, he did. He changed my life. I can’t imagine what life would have been without him. Sadly I had to imagine what life was without him. He moved to LA to pursue a career in comedy back in 2010 and he lived there two years successfully before his life was taken short by a drunk driver in 2012. Months before he had been diagnosed with a lump in his chest. He was treating it and we all thought he was in the clear, just for his life to be taken by a drunk driver. We laid him to rest January 18th, 2012. It’s a day I’ll never forget. I still grieve. I still think of him so often. Little things happen weekly that remind me of him. His father passed about 6 months before his passing, and our grandma we used to embarrass in church passed a few months after Angelo did. I like to take comfort in the fact that they are all up there together watching and remembering all the good times, like I am down here. I think grieving is a never ending process, it changes slightly but never goes away. If you are interested in seeing my cousin go on YouTube and type in “ Road dog Angelo Bowers”. Thank you. Kaycee Westfall