I am no stranger to fighting for myself — and for others — when the world tries to put us in boxes too small for our dreams. At 27, I’m a wife, a mother of two, and someone who has learned to navigate life with both my own chronic medical needs and those of my oldest child. I’ve been told “no” more times than I can count. But “no” has never been the end of my story. My passion for veterinary social work was born out of a personal battle. Years ago, I developed PTSD from a stalking situation. I wanted a service dog — not as a luxury, but as a lifeline. A dog could have helped ease my anxiety, grounded me through triggers, and coaxed me out of the shell I built for survival. But in my apartment, dogs weren’t allowed. Even if they were, my therapists refused to write an ESA letter because they thought my desire for a dog meant I was “just going to therapy to get one.” They couldn’t see that I was already showing up, already doing the hard work, already masking just to get through each day. That experience planted a fire in me: no one should be denied the tools that could change — or even save — their life. I envision a private practice that blends social work with the transformative power of animals. I want to provide animal-assisted therapy, hire trainers to guide clients in building trust with their animal partners, create group programs for every stage of life, and most of all, build a space where anyone can feel safe, seen, and supported. I don’t just want to help people — I want to rewrite the way mental health care meets human needs, especially for those who, like me, have been told their healing tools are “unnecessary.” Service has always been my foundation. During my bachelor-level internship, I worked in a nursing home, listening to stories from residents who often felt forgotten. One resident in particular — a former teacher with a sharp wit and a love for crossword puzzles — taught me more about resilience than any textbook ever could. Long after my internship ended, I kept visiting. I still do. Those visits aren’t part of any degree requirement; they’re a promise I made to myself to keep showing up for people, even when the world moves on without them. Balancing motherhood, health challenges, and academic goals will never be simple. But my life has trained me to keep moving forward under pressure, to advocate fiercely, and to turn my challenges into fuel. I am not pursuing this dream because it’s easy — I’m pursuing it because it matters. I am worth this scholarship because I am building more than a career; I’m building a movement of compassion, courage, and change. Give me the tools, and I will create a safe haven where people and animals work together to heal what the world has tried to break. Because when I win, it won’t just be my victory — it will be proof that no one’s “no” can outshine the power of our “yes.”

My name is Kayla Snider, and I am a 27-year-old mother of two and a graduate student pursuing my Master of Social Work (MSW) through Missouri State University’s Advanced Standing Program. I have survived years of trauma, managed overwhelming caregiving responsibilities, and endured multiple medical challenges—yet I remain committed to bettering myself not only for my own sake, but for the future I want to build for my children and for others like us. From 2016 to 2024, I lived under the constant threat of a stalker. At the same time, I was raising two young children, one of whom has nonintractable epilepsy with complex partial seizures, likely autism, ADHD, and other significant health concerns. My own physical health has been a continuous battle. I have undergone ankle and vein surgeries, and I struggle with diastasis recti, hypothyroidism, PCOS, and a connective tissue disorder. Most recently, I learned that I partially ruptured my plantar fascia and unknowingly walked on it for weeks. Through all of this, I have remained the primary caregiver, the emotional anchor, and the one constant advocate for my children. Despite everything, I completed a double bachelor’s degree with two minors and am now on track to graduate with my MSW in May 2026. My husband works and provides financially, and I am thankful for that. However, the emotional and physical support has often been absent. There were times when I had to beg just to take a shower, only to step out midway to help our children. When I was recovering from surgeries or when our son was at his sickest, I was still the one managing nearly everything alone. I have talked, pleaded, and hoped for change for years. From strangers to relatives—both blood and in-laws—I have been told that my husband “does enough” and that I should be grateful for what he contributes. But I have come to realize that the phrase “if he wanted to, he would” deeply applies to my situation. Gratitude should never be used to dismiss unmet needs or justify imbalance. While I am thankful that our situation is not worse, I believe that our children deserve more than a life of “not the worst.” They deserve security, structure, love, and parents who are fully present. That is why I am now in my era of self-improvement—because I have spent too long pouring from an empty cup, and I want to rebuild not only for myself but for them. My long-term goal is to open a private practice and offer services in veterinary social work, a growing field that addresses the intersection of human and animal well-being. Many people experience grief, trauma, or crisis involving their pets, and I want to be a social worker who recognizes and responds to those emotional bonds. I want to be a voice for women who are unheard, for families who are barely holding on, and for children who deserve more than survival. This scholarship would not only help ease the financial burden of my education, it would also affirm that my journey matters. I am not just earning a degree—I am building a life that honors my resilience and creates change for others. I want to lead, to advocate, and to ensure that no one else feels as alone or as dismissed as I have. I am choosing healing, growth, and purpose—not just for me, but for everyone I hope to serve. Thank you for your time and consideration.

While I understand that I may not be the most likely recipient of this scholarship, I still feel deeply compelled to share my story. The mission behind this scholarship speaks directly to my heart. Lieba Joran’s courage, compassion, and commitment to justice mirror the values I strive to embody as a parent, student, and future clinician. This essay is both an application and a thank-you for creating a scholarship that honors children like Lieba—deeply feeling, intellectually gifted, and often misunderstood. I grew up in a single-parent, low-income household. My mother had me during her final year of high school and worked part-time throughout my early childhood so that I would not have to be raised in daycare. Though money was tight, her emotional presence gave me a strong foundation—something many children, especially those who are sensitive or gifted, do not receive. I now recognize how significant that was. Today, I am a first-generation college graduate and a mother to two children with complex medical and developmental needs. My son is autistic, has ADHD, and sensory processing disorder. He is imaginative, tenderhearted, and insatiably curious—but society often sees only his challenges, not his strengths. My daughter is emotionally perceptive and wise beyond her years, yet she carries a heavy burden of anxiety. Parenting them has opened my eyes to the emotional needs of children who do not fit neatly into traditional expectations—those who, like Lieba, are often called “too sensitive” or “too intense.” I completed my Bachelor of Social Work in May 2025, and I am now pursuing my Master of Social Work. Since my last scholarship submission, I have gained clarity in my long-term goal: to specialize in veterinary social work, an emerging field that addresses the intersection of human and animal well-being. My dream is to open a private practice that provides therapy, advocacy, and animal-assisted interventions for children and families—especially those with neurodivergence, medical complexities, and giftedness. I envision creating therapeutic programs that blend structure with creativity, such as “read with dogs” literacy groups or emotional regulation sessions supported by therapy animals. For children who struggle with anxiety, overstimulation, or emotional expression, animals can offer a grounding and healing presence. My goal is to build a space where children’s whole selves—intellectual, emotional, sensory, and spiritual—are honored and supported. This path was not always clear. Like many caregivers of medically complex children, I have spent the last several years in constant advocacy mode: attending therapies, coordinating care, fighting for accommodations, and navigating systems that were not designed for children like mine. I am currently unable to work due to my children’s intensive care needs, which makes pursuing graduate education both essential and difficult. Traditional employment is not sustainable at this stage, but building a career that can flex around my family’s needs—and eventually serve families like mine—is what drives me forward. This scholarship would ease a significant financial burden tied to unpaid field placements and tuition, allowing me to focus more fully on my studies, my children, and my future practice. More importantly, it would serve as a form of encouragement—a reminder that others believe in the importance of supporting gifted, emotionally complex children. Lieba’s story moved me deeply. Her insistence on justice, her empathy for others, and her willingness to speak up even when it was difficult are the same qualities I strive to live by each day. In many ways, my children remind me of Lieba. They are not always understood, but their brilliance, depth, and compassion are undeniable. I want to be the clinician who sees children like them for who they truly are—and who helps them see it in themselves. Whether or not I am awarded this scholarship, I am thankful for the opportunity to reflect on what it means to create spaces of safety, empathy, and understanding for children who often feel unseen. Thank you for honoring Lieba’s legacy in such a meaningful way. I carry her legacy with me in every classroom, every parenting moment, and every step I take toward becoming a social worker who nurtures the whole child—with animals, advocacy, and a great deal of heart.

I was born in La Crosse, Wisconsin, and raised in the rural town of Tomah. My life has never followed a conventional path, but it has been defined by strength, persistence, and a quiet determination to create a better future for myself and my family. I am a 27-year-old wife, mother, and current graduate student pursuing an Advanced Standing Master of Social Work degree through Missouri State University. I have just completed my first course and have never felt more certain that I am exactly where I need to be. This program has sparked a deep sense of purpose within me. It has reminded me that even in the midst of challenge and sacrifice, dreams are still possible. My life is complex. I am the mother of two young children, both of whom have medical conditions that require ongoing care, appointments, therapies, and constant attention. I also live with ongoing medical challenges of my own, which require vigilance and management. My husband is a devoted father and partner, but his work keeps him away from home much of the time. As a result, I manage most of our day-to-day responsibilities alone. Between parenting, medical responsibilities, and coursework, my schedule is full to the brim. But every time I open a textbook or submit an assignment, I am reminded of why I chose this path in the first place. I am currently registered for my Fall 2025 courses and am eagerly awaiting their start—excluding the financial strain they bring, of course. Still, despite the rising costs, I remain committed to this path because I know that every class, every assignment, and every lecture brings me one step closer to the life I am working so hard to build. I am pursuing a very specific and deeply meaningful goal: to become a veterinary social worker. This is a specialized field that combines social work and veterinary medicine to support individuals, families, and professionals experiencing the emotional impacts of animal care. Veterinary social workers help grieving pet owners, support veterinarians dealing with burnout, and provide therapeutic services involving the human-animal bond. This field is growing across the country, but in my region of Wisconsin, it does not yet exist. My goal is to change that. I plan to become the first veterinary social worker in my county, and I intend to build a private practice that blends animal-assisted therapy, grief support, and mental health services. I want to support families, individuals, and veterinary professionals who are navigating the complex emotional challenges that arise in the human-animal bond. In rural Wisconsin, where both mental health care and veterinary services are often limited, I see this as a vital and much-needed contribution to the community. The vision I have for my future is both professional and personal. I want to create a private practice that allows me to offer animal-assisted therapy, grief counseling, and emotional support to families, individuals, and veterinary professionals. I want to collaborate with local veterinary clinics, animal shelters, and schools to make mental health care more accessible and more compassionate. My practice would serve as a bridge between emotional wellness and animal care—two areas that are often deeply connected, yet too rarely supported together. At the same time, I want my private practice to reflect the kind of life I want for myself and my children. I want to build a career that honors my professional passion, but also allows me to be present for my children and to care for my own health. I want flexibility, balance, and the freedom to create a life that supports the things that matter most. I want my children to see their mother pursuing something meaningful, despite the obstacles, so they grow up knowing that their own goals are never too far out of reach. This journey is not without its challenges. Like many graduate students, I face the growing financial pressures of tuition, textbooks, and living expenses. Because of our family’s medical needs and limited income, every semester requires careful budgeting and sacrifice. I receive no financial assistance from extended family, and while we work hard to meet our needs, there is little room for anything extra. This scholarship would be a tremendous help. It would allow me to focus more fully on my education by reducing financial stress. It would help cover the cost of course materials, reduce the need for student loans, and support expenses related to my 500-hour internship, which I will begin in the spring of 2026. But more than that, this scholarship would be an affirmation that someone believes in me and in the value of what I am working toward. It would serve as a reminder that my story—and my dream—are worth investing in. The financial support would make a measurable difference, but the encouragement and validation would be just as impactful. After graduation, I plan to seek licensure and begin the process of building my private practice from the ground up. I will start by offering part-time services while continuing to care for my children and manage our household needs. As my children grow and become more independent, I hope to expand my practice into a full-time operation, eventually hiring additional staff and building a physical space where healing, support, and care can come together. I want my practice to be a place where clients feel truly seen and heard—whether they are grieving the loss of a beloved pet, struggling with mental illness, or working through trauma alongside a therapy animal. I also plan to educate others in my region about the role of veterinary social work. I want to hold workshops, provide consultation to veterinary teams, and introduce local schools and community centers to the powerful benefits of animal-assisted interventions. In this way, my work will not only support individuals, but also help strengthen the broader systems of care in my area. My children are my greatest motivation. They watch me study at the table after bedtime, they see the sacrifices I make to attend class or submit an assignment on time, and they are learning that hard work can lead to meaningful outcomes. I want them to grow up knowing that even when life is difficult, it is still possible to dream. I want them to see that goals do not always have to be sacrificed for circumstance—that there is always a way forward, some way, somehow. This is not just about getting a degree. It is about creating a life that reflects my values, serves my community, and nurtures my family. It is about changing what is possible—not just for me, but for those around me. Thank you for considering my application. With your support, I can take the next step in this journey, and bring hope, healing, and change to the people and animals who need it most.

I was an only child, raised by a single mother who often ignored my childhood pleas for a sibling. She wasn’t deaf—just tired, busy, or unwilling to engage. Then, life gave me Becky Wolf. She wasn’t my sister by blood, but she became my sister in every way that mattered. Becky and I grew up inseparable. We shared everything: secrets, dreams, and a love for animals that anchored us in our happiest moments. At 17, Becky died after jumping from a moving vehicle. Her relationship with her biological mother was deeply strained. I can only speculate about what happened in that moment, but I wish more than anything she had felt like she had another way out. Even now, some days it still feels like a dream I haven't woken up from. Her death shattered me. And soon after, I endured a separate traumatic event that led to PTSD. It felt like life wasn’t just kicking me while I was down, but hurling stones—relentlessly. I shut down emotionally. I lost touch with who I was, and for a long time, I didn’t know how to move forward. And still, I kept going. Today, I’m a mother, a wife, and still rooted in our hometown of Tomah, Wisconsin. I’m pursuing a Master’s in Social Work, driven by a desire to help others who carry invisible wounds like mine—and like Becky’s. My goal is to open a private practice in veterinary social work, blending her love for animals with my dedication to mental health. It’s a dream shaped by grief, trauma, and the kind of love that doesn’t disappear. If Becky were still here, we would build something beautiful together—a healing center for people and animals alike. The name isn’t settled yet; I’m still searching for something that fully captures both her memory and my journey. But the vision is clear: a sanctuary where therapy animals help people—especially youth—process grief, trauma, and emotional pain. Becky would be the heartbeat of the animal rescue side, nurturing animals who need a second chance. I’d focus on counseling clients, using those animals to create safe, healing relationships. Our center would be the place I wish Becky had. And the place I wish I had, too. Though Becky never got to graduate high school or grow into the future we dreamed of, her spirit is part of everything I’m working toward. I couldn’t save her—but I can create something in her honor that helps others choose to stay. In that way, her story continues—through every life we touch, and every soul we help heal.

The first man I ever wanted to call “Dad” nearly destroyed my family. At first, he was warm and charismatic—someone everyone in our small Wisconsin town trusted. But behind closed doors, he became controlling and terrifying. I didn’t see it at first, and I still kick myself every day for that. As a teenager, I was wrapped up in my own world. She tried to protect me, but now I wonder: why did she stay so long? Why didn’t I see it? When my mom finally left him, he didn’t let go. He stalked her—following her, parking outside our home, calling nonstop. Then one day, we came home to find evidence he had been inside our house. I was so young I didn’t even understand what I was seeing. The shock shattered my last sense of safety. Our home became a place of constant fear. That moment marked a turning point—I stopped feeling like a child and became a protector. Still, no one believed us. He was too “nice,” too “well-liked.” People thought we exaggerated. But I was there. I watched my vibrant mother shrink into someone barely surviving. Her PTSD was so severe she couldn’t be alone. She stopped eating, stopped bathing. I was in high school but became her caregiver—making sure she ate, helped shower, and survived. Quietly, I unraveled too. Anxiety and PTSD became part of me. I learned to scan rooms for exits, listen for footsteps in the dark, and live half-alert even in sleep. He died in December 2024. People thought that would bring peace. It didn’t. It brought complicated grief—mourning the man I once loved, the father figure I never had, and the person I was before the trauma. To process it, I wrote a song. AI helped give it voice and melody. That song became my release—a way to say what I couldn’t speak aloud. Now, I’m pursuing my Master of Social Work at Missouri State University. It hasn’t been easy. I live with multiple invisible disabilities—PTSD, depression, anxiety, ADHD, hypothyroidism, PCOS, and I’m seeking diagnoses for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and POTS. Chronic pain, near-fainting, and bladder inflammation make life unbearable at times. I can’t work right now; losing insurance would be devastating. Still, I push forward. Giving up isn’t an option. I’m also a mom. My oldest is seven and has a seizure disorder, ADHD, autism, SPD, asthma, GI issues, and possibly a vision disorder. My husband and I don’t have the luxury of falling apart—we just want to give our kids a better life. I want to use my degree to help families like mine—those living with trauma, disability, and fear. Eventually, I hope to specialize in veterinary social work, exploring the human-animal bond as a way to help survivors, especially children. Healing often starts not with words but with being seen and accepted—even by an animal. This scholarship would mean more than finishing school. It would lift a weight I carry silently and help me keep healing and becoming a light for others. Like Cade, who dreamed of helping others through counseling, I want to pour care into those the world overlooks. Because I know what it means to live in darkness—and how powerful it is when someone shows up with a light.

People assume I just need to try harder. But no amount of trying undoes the pain of dislocated joints, the dizziness that leaves me clinging to walls, or the crushing fatigue that makes it hard to even sit upright some days. I live with PTSD, depression, anxiety, ADHD, hypothyroidism, and PCOS. I’m also currently undergoing testing for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and POTS. Every day is a storm inside my body—racing heart, near-fainting spells, burning bladder pain from diastasis recti, and joints that don’t hold together. I feel trapped inside skin that doesn’t work, that no one can see is failing. I’m a full-time MSW student at Missouri State University. I’m also a mom. My oldest child is seven and has a seizure disorder, cold-induced asthma, ADHD, autism, SPD, developmental delays, GI issues we still can’t identify, and possibly a vision disorder. My husband and I barely think about ourselves anymore. We just want to give our children the life we didn’t have—one where they’re seen, supported, and safe. But it’s hard. Because of insurance limits, I can’t work right now. If I did, I’d lose the very coverage I need to survive. And yet, I’m still pushing forward—through school, through parenting, through pain that doesn’t let up. It’s isolating and dehumanizing to be in a constant state of collapse while being told I “don’t look sick.” There is no cure for what I have—only management, and even that is out of reach most days. Therapy and exercise haven’t helped. I need surgery. I need real physical therapy. But insurance is a maze I’m constantly lost in, and I can't get the care I need without jeopardizing what little stability we have. Still, I know that my lived experience is a gift—even in its heaviness. It’s taught me to fight. It’s shown me how systems fail people like me, and how easily we’re dismissed when we ask for help. And because of that, I want to become the kind of social worker who listens, who believes, and who never assumes someone is okay just because they’re still standing. I hope to work with families living with chronic illness, disability, trauma, and neurodivergence. I’m especially passionate about veterinary social work and the healing power of the human-animal bond for survivors. I’ve seen how a gentle animal can soothe what nothing else can—how they offer trust, comfort, and connection when the world feels unsafe. My experiences won’t just inform my work—they are the reason I do this. I know what it’s like to fall through every crack and still show up. I want to build bridges for others who are falling now. This scholarship would change everything—not just helping me finish school, but helping me keep going. It would ease the crushing financial pressure we live under. It would make it possible to get closer to the care I need. It would let me focus on healing while helping others heal, too. I don’t want to just survive this. I want to use it. I want to rise from it. And I want to be someone others can lean on when their world feels like it’s falling apart. Because I’ve been there. I’m still there. And I know what it means to be seen.

I am second-hand collateral damage in a story of intimate partner violence. The first person I ever wanted to call “Dad” became a monster during my final year of high school. At the time, I believed he was the closest thing I had to a father. But when his relationship with my mother ended, everything changed. He became a stalker. The target of his rage was my mom—but the pain, trauma, and fear did not end with her. It seeped into every part of our home, our peace, our stability. I was thrust into the role of caretaker, not just for myself but for my mother. I had to ensure she ate, bathed, and survived each day. Her PTSD was severe, and her anxiety nearly unbearable. As a teenager, I became my mother’s emotional lifeline. Even though he passed away this past December, the scars he inflicted remain. They are etched into both of us—invisible to the eye but undeniable in their weight. I continue to live with the residue of his violence. It doesn't end when the abuser disappears. The healing takes a lifetime. To process his death and the chaos he caused, I turned to music. I wrote lyrics—raw, honest, painful—and with the help of AI, I gave them a voice and melody. That creative outlet allowed me to reclaim some sense of control and begin to process the unspoken emotions inside me. Through this, I discovered the power of storytelling and the importance of acknowledging trauma as a step toward healing. Today, I am pursuing my Master of Social Work (MSW) through Missouri State University. This journey is deeply personal. I want to further my knowledge not only to improve myself, but also to expand the support and healing I can offer to others. My studies are helping me develop the tools needed to better understand trauma, provide effective care, and build safe, affirming spaces for survivors. My ultimate goal is to work in the field of veterinary social work, where I can explore and promote the human-animal bond as a means of healing. Animals have a remarkable ability to provide unconditional love, comfort, and emotional safety. For someone who has lived through trauma—whether firsthand or secondhand—a therapy animal or a trusted pet can offer a connection that words sometimes cannot. Education is the bridge between my past and the future I want to build. It gives me the skills, knowledge, and legitimacy to stand in the spaces where change is most needed. I also want to focus on advocacy—on being a voice for those who are too afraid or too broken to speak. I hope to help other survivors navigate the long road of healing, just as I have started to do. I understand the fear of being watched, the exhaustion of being someone else’s emotional support system, and the confusion of mourning someone who hurt you. That empathy fuels my drive to create spaces where survivors can breathe again, where they can find strength in themselves—and sometimes, through the gentle companionship of an animal. My past could have defined me in darkness. Instead, I am choosing to transform it into purpose. By combining my personal experiences with my education at Missouri State University, I will be equipped to bring both compassion and innovation into the lives of those impacted by IPV. I don’t want to just treat symptoms—I want to help survivors rebuild. That is the positive change I am committed to creating.

Growing up in a single-parent, low-income household taught me early on what it meant to feel overlooked. My mom had me during her last year of high school and made enormous sacrifices to ensure I felt supported, seen, and loved. She worked only part-time so I wouldn’t have to be raised by strangers in daycare, even though it meant financial struggle. Her presence gave me a strong emotional foundation that many children—especially gifted or misunderstood ones—go without. Now, as a first-generation college student and mother of two children with complex medical needs, I’ve seen the deep importance of nurturing the whole child—intellectually, emotionally, and socially. These experiences have shaped my mission to become a clinical social worker specializing in children and families, with an eventual focus in veterinary social work. I’m currently completing my Bachelor of Social Work and will begin my MSW program in summer 2025. My long-term goal is to open a private practice where I can integrate therapy, animal-assisted interventions, and advocacy to support not only children with special needs, but also those who are gifted and often misunderstood. Children who feel and think deeply—like Lieba—are frequently labeled as “too sensitive” or “too much,” when what they truly need is support that honors their unique wiring. These are the children who ask big questions, who are intensely compassionate, and who are often burdened by a world that doesn’t know how to meet them where they are. My goal is to be a clinician who not only sees them—but truly understands them. I also want to create therapeutic programs that blend structure and creativity, like “read with dogs” groups that help children build reading confidence, reduce anxiety, and learn emotional regulation through animal-assisted support. These types of programs can be incredibly grounding and healing, especially for children with intense inner lives or challenges navigating traditional social environments. Both of my children have anxiety. My son is also autistic, has ADHD, and sensory processing disorder. He is bright, inquisitive, and full of compassion—but too often, society focuses only on his challenges instead of his gifts. My daughter, too, is deeply feeling, intelligent, and perceptive—often carrying worries far beyond her years. I’ve had to advocate fiercely for their needs in systems that aren’t built with neurodivergent, gifted, or emotionally complex children in mind. Parenting them has helped me truly understand the emotional needs that often go unmet—and it’s strengthened my desire to help children who feel unseen or misunderstood find their voice, safety, and confidence. After completing my MSW, I plan to pursue a certificate or advanced training in veterinary social work to ensure I’m fully equipped to support both human and animal needs in ethical, informed, and compassionate ways. I want my work to be a safe haven for families and children who don’t fit neatly into traditional molds—those who feel “different” but are quietly brilliant. Right now, I’m unable to work due to my children’s care needs. With countless appointments, therapies, and medical coordination, maintaining a traditional job would put me at constant risk of losing employment. It's a reality many caregivers face, and one that reinforces my dream to build a career that allows space for life’s moments—one where I don’t have to choose between being present for my family and staying financially afloat. This scholarship would greatly help me finish my BSW by covering the costs of my field placement. As an unpaid internship, it poses a financial strain on top of caregiving and coursework. This support would allow me to complete my final semester with focus, stability, and peace of mind. Lieba’s story touched me deeply. Her courage to speak up, her compassion for those who were different, and her sense of justice are qualities I strive to live by daily—in parenting, in advocacy, and in my education. This scholarship would not only lighten a financial burden but also empower me to carry forward Lieba’s mission: to nurture, defend, and uplift those the world often misunderstands.

Growing up in a single-parent household has shaped who I am in more ways than I can count. My mom had me during her last year of high school, and from the very beginning, she put her dreams on hold to make sure I had the best shot at mine. She worked part-time jobs—not because it was easy, but because she didn’t want me in daycare or raised by someone else. She sacrificed financial stability and personal goals just to be a consistent, loving presence in my life. Her commitment taught me what it means to show up, even when it's hard—and that lesson has stayed with me. As a first-generation college student, being accepted into Alpha Lambda Delta was a huge milestone. I’m currently completing my Bachelor of Social Work and will graduate this spring. I’ll begin my Master of Social Work program in the summer of 2025, continuing to build on the passion and purpose that led me here. Every step I take in my education feels like I’m building a bridge over the gaps my family has struggled with for generations. But what makes this journey even more meaningful is the path I’ve chosen: veterinary social work. I’ve always loved animals, but what fascinates me even more is the bond between people and their pets. Animals are family to so many of us, and I’ve seen firsthand how devastating it can be when someone can’t afford care or is forced to surrender a pet during a crisis. My dream is to open a private practice focused on veterinary social work, providing emotional and practical support for individuals and families navigating those hard decisions. I also want to offer therapeutic programs that bring people and animals together in healing ways—such as group sessions for children and adults, including “read with dogs” programs that foster reading confidence, reduce anxiety, and provide a comforting presence through animal companionship. After completing my MSW, I plan to pursue a certificate or specialized training in veterinary social work so I can be fully equipped with the skills and knowledge to support both human and animal needs in a meaningful, ethical, and informed way. As of now, I’m married with two wonderful children, both of whom have complex medical needs. My days are filled with appointments, therapies, and advocacy. I’m currently unable to work, as I would be at constant risk of termination simply for needing to be present for my children’s care. It’s a difficult reality, but one that fuels my desire to build a career that allows space for life’s moments—where compassion and flexibility are not only valued, but built into the work itself. One day, I hope to be in a position where I can support my family and others like us, without sacrificing financial stability or being punished for showing up where I’m needed most. Getting my degree will mean more than just personal success—it’ll be the key to building a future where I can help others, especially those who feel unseen or unsupported. This scholarship would help relieve some of the financial burden I carry as a low-income student, allowing me to focus more on learning and less on simply surviving. More than anything, I want to honor the sacrifices my mom made by making something meaningful out of the opportunities she worked so hard to give me. I hope to become a role model for other first-gen students, parents, and caregivers—proof that where you start doesn’t have to determine where you end up.

Working with a Child Who Has a Rare Disorder: Lessons from Rebecca Lynn Seto Rebecca Lynn Seto’s life was a testament to the power of understanding, compassion, and creative approaches in working with children who have rare disorders. Despite her non-verbal communication and the challenges posed by her rare syndrome, Rebecca had a vibrant spirit that left a lasting impression on everyone she met. As I look to the future of my career in social work, I hope to use the lessons learned from Rebecca’s life to help children like her navigate their own unique challenges. When working with a child who has a rare disorder, my first approach would be to treat the child as an individual—understanding their unique needs, abilities, and personality. Communication, in particular, would be a primary focus. Since Rebecca could not communicate verbally, her care team used alternative methods like visual aids, gestures, and assistive technology to understand her needs and express her thoughts. Similarly, I would incorporate multimodal communication strategies, such as using picture exchange communication systems (PECS), sign language, or assistive devices, depending on what works best for the child. The key is patience and flexibility, building a system that allows the child to express themselves, even when traditional methods don’t work. In addition to communication, engaging the child in activities they love and enjoy is crucial. Rebecca had a deep love for activities like kayaking, dancing, and riding roller coasters, which brought her immense joy. By understanding the child’s interests and passions, I would incorporate these into therapeutic activities. For example, using music, art, or movement-based activities could be powerful tools to help children express themselves in ways they might not otherwise be able to. Family plays a vital role in the education and progress of a disabled child. Rebecca’s family was an essential part of her success, and their involvement in her care was a significant factor in her achievements. I believe that the family provides the consistency and emotional support necessary for the child’s growth. I would work closely with families to understand the child’s needs, routines, and preferences, creating a collaborative approach to their care and education. Engaging families in goal-setting, reinforcing progress at home, and ensuring they feel supported and empowered in their role as caregivers are all critical elements of the child’s development. As I move forward in my career, I hope to integrate veterinary social work into my practice to provide additional therapeutic support for children with rare disorders. Animals, as Rebecca demonstrated, can be a source of immense comfort and joy. I would use animal-assisted interventions to help children like Rebecca who struggle with verbal communication, providing a way for them to express themselves and connect emotionally. I would also work with families to incorporate animals into the child’s therapy, enhancing both the child’s and the family’s emotional well-being. In the future, I hope to open a private practice or nonprofit where children with rare disorders and their families can receive comprehensive support, blending traditional social work with animal-assisted therapy. This integrated approach would provide a holistic way to address the physical, emotional, and social needs of the child while supporting the family as a whole. Rebecca’s life taught us that, no matter how rare or complex a disorder may be, every child deserves an approach that is tailored to their unique needs. My goal is to use a combination of empathy, creativity, and collaboration to help children like Rebecca feel seen, heard, and empowered to thrive.

Living Authentically While Carrying the Weight of the World I am a pansexual person, married to a heterosexual cisgender man. We have two beautiful children together. From the outside, our family may appear traditional, but my identity—my queerness, my questioning of gender, my lived experiences—deeply shape who I am and the kind of social worker I want to become. I don’t always feel fully connected to being female, and yet I don’t feel male either. I’m still exploring what that means for me. Maybe I exist somewhere in between—or maybe I just don’t agree with society’s rigid expectations. Regardless, that exploration has taught me to be gentle with identity, to leave space for the parts of ourselves that don’t fit into neat boxes. That lesson is central to my future in social work. The current state of our country weighs heavily on me. As someone in the LGBTQ+ community, I feel an increasing sense of fear—both for myself and for my children. Laws are changing, rights are being questioned, and hatred is becoming more normalized. I want my children to grow up in a world where they are safe to ask questions, to love who they love, and to be fully themselves. But right now, I live with the constant tension of protecting them while still trying to live honestly myself. That fear and responsibility often come at the cost of my mental and physical wellness. I’m a full-time caregiver to two medically complex children. I’m also a student finishing my Bachelor of Social Work, and I begin my Master of Social Work at Missouri State University in June 2025. Between their therapies, medical appointments, and my own health challenges—including surgeries and fatigue—it feels like I’m constantly holding everything together with very little left for myself. Wellness, for me, is about survival—but also about preservation. If I lose myself, I can’t help anyone else. I want to be a social worker who shows up for all people, regardless of their story, identity, or struggle. But I also know how easy it can be to get swallowed up by systems, bureaucracy, and burnout. I need my MSW program to teach me how to hold space for others without hollowing myself out. I want to learn how to help without becoming someone hardened or disconnected—someone I wouldn’t recognize or respect. That’s the deepest challenge I face as a student and future clinician: learning how to keep my heart soft in a world that often demands it become armor. My dream is to one day open a private practice, perhaps even a nonprofit, that integrates grief work, veterinary social work, and trauma-informed care. I want it to be a place where people can show up exactly as they are—even in the middle of chaos or loss—and find compassion, not judgment. So I keep going. Because wellness, authenticity, and the ability to help others are all intertwined. And because even though I don’t have every answer about my own identity yet, I know this for certain: I want to build something that makes space for all the questions, all the mess, all the becoming.

Caregiving has never been a role I chose—it’s a life I stepped into because my children needed me to. I’m the mother of two medically complex children, and every single day is dedicated to their care, safety, and emotional well-being. My seven-year-old son lives with a seizure disorder, GI complications, a low immune system, autism, sensory processing disorder, anxiety, ADHD, vision issues, speech delays—both receptive and expressive—global developmental delays, asthma, and a long history of respiratory illnesses, including multiple rounds of pneumonia. Every part of his day, from meals to transitions to sleep, requires specialized care and constant vigilance. My five-year-old daughter, while less medically intense, still has significant needs. She has GI complications like her brother and has been diagnosed with acanthocytosis, a rare blood disorder that requires ongoing monitoring. While her daily needs aren’t as intensive, she still requires a level of attention and advocacy that has shaped the way our family lives and functions. Because of their needs—and my own health challenges, including past surgeries and more to come—I have not been able to work a traditional job. In today’s society, the flexibility required to attend countless medical appointments, therapy sessions, emergencies, and school meetings simply doesn’t exist. If I were employed in a typical role, I would likely be fired for the amount of time I’d need to take off. The pressure to choose between being present for my children and keeping a job has never been a fair or realistic choice. I’ve chosen my family, always—but that doesn’t mean it’s been easy. Still, caregiving has given my life deep purpose. It has taught me resilience, time management, creative problem-solving, and above all, empathy. It has also guided my professional path. I am currently working toward my Bachelor of Social Work (BSW), which I will complete in May 2025. From there, I plan to go directly into graduate school to earn my Master of Social Work (MSW). My ultimate dream is to open my own private practice where I can support individuals and families navigating trauma, disability, grief, and complex life experiences. I’m especially passionate about veterinary social work and the healing power of the human-animal bond. I hope to one day create a nonprofit that offers both therapeutic animal interaction and emotional support for people grieving the loss of a pet. Animals have brought comfort to my children and to me in some of our hardest moments, and I want others to experience that kind of peace and connection. In my future practice, I want to build a workplace culture where life is allowed to happen—where someone doesn’t lose their job because their child is sick or they need time for a medical appointment. I want to create a space where support is offered, not taken away, during life’s most challenging moments. My own experiences have shown me how much that kind of understanding is missing in our systems, and I want to be part of changing that. Receiving this scholarship would be life-changing. Most of our family’s income goes directly toward medical care, therapies, and basic needs. There’s little left over for tuition, books, or school-related expenses. This scholarship would ease the financial burden on our household and allow me to continue my education while still being the caregiver my children need. It would also be a recognition of the work I do every day—the unpaid, unseen, emotional labor that so many caregivers carry alone. More than anything, this scholarship would be a step toward a future where I can turn all that I’ve lived through into something meaningful for others. I am not just a caregiver. I am a mother, a student, a future social worker, and someone who wants to make space for healing, both in others and in herself. This scholarship would help me get there—and help me carry others with me when I do.

My journey with mental health has been both challenging and transformative, deeply shaping my goals, relationships, and understanding of the world. Each chapter of my life could tell a story of navigating anxiety, depression, and the effects of PTSD, which developed at age 16 following a stalking situation that primarily targeted my mother. Even now, at 26, as a married mother of two, I still grapple with feelings of insecurity and never truly feeling safe. My struggles have sparked a passionate interest in social work and addiction studies, particularly in their intersections with children and families. Experiencing mental health issues personally has enabled me to view the world through a more compassionate lens. I’ve come to appreciate the nuances of each person’s story and the myriad factors contributing to their struggles. This understanding has inspired my desire to pursue a career in social work, where I can advocate for those in need—especially vulnerable populations like children and families. I’ve seen how mental health challenges can ripple through family dynamics, and I want to help families navigate these complexities and find the support they need. My experiences have also led me to explore medical social work and school social work. I’ve witnessed the crucial role that mental health professionals play in healthcare settings, offering support to patients and families dealing with illness and emotional turmoil. In schools, I recognize the importance of addressing mental health early on, helping children develop coping strategies that can last a lifetime. I envision myself working in these environments, fostering a culture of understanding and support. Moreover, my interest in addiction studies arises from my recognition of the profound impact that addiction can have on individuals and their families. I understand how mental health and addiction are often intertwined, and I’m eager to learn more about effective interventions that can help break this cycle. By focusing on prevention and treatment, I believe we can create a ripple effect of positive change. In addition to my academic and career pursuits, I have personal interests that reflect my desire for growth and understanding. For example, I’m motivated to learn Korean—not just as a linguistic challenge, but as a means of connecting with diverse cultures and perspectives. Language is a powerful tool for bridging gaps and fostering relationships, and I see it as an extension of my commitment to understanding others. My mental health journey has also profoundly influenced my relationships, particularly with my husband. While he tries his best to understand my reactions, my PTSD and anxiety can strain our connection. Depression periods often make it difficult for me to be mentally present for everyone, leading to struggles with housework and self-doubt. I often feel like a failure, particularly as I navigate the medical difficulties our children face, especially our oldest, who has a seizure disorder and cold reactive asthma—an added challenge given our life in Wisconsin. Despite knowing logically that these feelings aren’t true, they can be overwhelming. It’s this very experience of feeling inadequate that has propelled me to pursue social work. I want to find a way to help others that allows me to contribute meaningfully without pouring out too much of myself. Social work will not only equip me with the tools to support others effectively but will also teach me the importance of self-care and focusing on my own needs. I want to learn how to help others reach their goals and potential in a healthy, sustainable way. In addition to my academic and career pursuits, I have personal interests that reflect my desire for growth and understanding. For instance, I’m motivated to learn Korean, not just as a linguistic challenge, but as a way to connect with diverse cultures and perspectives. Language is a powerful tool for bridging gaps and fostering relationships, and I see it as an extension of my commitment to understanding others. In conclusion, my experiences with mental health have profoundly shaped my aspirations and relationships. They have enriched my understanding of the world, enabling me to approach life with empathy and compassion. As I continue to grow and learn, I remain committed to using my experiences to advocate for those in need while nurturing my personal interests and relationships. Ultimately, I believe that our struggles and aspirations can serve as powerful catalysts for change, both within ourselves and in the broader world.

To me, selflessness means prioritizing the needs of others, especially during their difficult times. I believe we have a shared responsibility to support one another, and I strive to live by this principle every day. Recently, I’ve had the opportunity to assist a close friend who is going through a challenging period. My friend lives about an hour away, and their circumstances are overwhelming. They’re grappling with anxiety, depression, and ADHD while facing the possibility of eviction. The weight of these issues can be paralyzing, but I’ve made it a priority to be there for them. I check in regularly, offering emotional support, and I’m committed to helping them locate resources in their city and county that can provide some relief. For example, we’ve spent hours researching local mental health services, food banks, and housing resources. I’ve helped them identify organizations that assist individuals in crisis, including those offering legal aid for eviction. Navigating this maze of resources can be daunting, particularly when feeling overwhelmed, so I strive to break down the information into manageable steps. Together, we create a list of contacts and actionable items, which helps them feel less lost in the process. Alongside finding resources, I’ve been assisting them with their move. They’re currently in a challenging living situation, and the fear of homelessness is heavy on their mind. I’ve offered to help with packing, organizing, and even transporting their belongings. This tangible support lightens their load, both literally and metaphorically, and it’s heartening to see how even a little assistance can spark hope in someone feeling overwhelmed. Online college has also been a hurdle for my friend. Balancing studies with everything else can feel impossible, so I’ve been helping them create a structured schedule. Together, we break down assignments into smaller, more manageable tasks to alleviate some pressure. I encourage them to reach out to their professors for support, highlighting that many educators are more understanding than students often realize. As my friend navigates their mental health challenges, I remind them that it’s okay to seek help. I’ve shared resources on coping strategies for managing ADHD, anxiety, and depression. Sometimes, just having someone to confide in about these struggles can make a significant difference. I listen without judgment, providing a space for them to express their feelings and fears. This journey has also involved discussions about their application for disability support, which can be exhausting and emotionally draining. I aim to be a steady presence, helping them gather necessary documentation and prepare for interviews, reminding them they are not alone. However, I’ve learned that true selflessness also requires taking care of myself. I’ve experienced extreme burnout from trying to prioritize others’ needs above my own, which led to struggling both mentally and physically. I’m now learning to find the right balance, understanding that to truly help others, I must also practice a bit of self-care. After all, no one can pour from an empty cup. Ultimately, selflessness is about being present and offering support where it’s most needed. I may not have all the answers, but my willingness to stand by my friend during this challenging time reflects the belief that we all deserve compassion and support. By embodying selflessness while also caring for myself, I hope to remind my friend that even in their darkest moments, there is still hope and help available.

One of my favorite aspects of Minecraft is the collaborative building experience I share with my children. There’s something truly magical about watching their creativity unfold as we work together to construct elaborate worlds. Each session becomes an adventure, where we brainstorm ideas, gather resources, and build everything from cozy houses to sprawling castles. What resonates with me the most is the joy and laughter that fill the room as we play. Each project becomes a shared memory, with each block placed representing a moment of collaboration and teamwork. Seeing my kids express their ideas and bring them to life in the game not only fosters their creativity but also strengthens our bond. My 4-year-old daughter has a special love for the animals in the game. She gets so excited when she spots a new creature to befriend, and watching her create her little animal sanctuary (with help of course) brings me so much joy. On the other hand, my 7-year-old is always looking for ways to push the boundaries. He loves seeing how high he can build, challenging himself to reach the sky. His mischievous side comes out, too, as he enjoys using TNT to playfully blow up his cousin's and uncle's builds, turning each session into a mix of creativity and chaos. I love how Minecraft encourages problem-solving and imaginative thinking, allowing my children to experiment and learn in a safe environment. Their excitement when they achieve a goal—whether it's defeating a dragon or completing a complex redstone contraption—fills me with pride. Ultimately, it’s more than just a game; it’s a platform for connection, where we can share our dreams and create a world together, one block at a time.

My desired career path lies at the intersection of social work and legal advocacy, where I aim to become a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW) with a strong foundation in criminal justice and client advocacy. Although I am currently pursuing a degree in Social Work, my experiences and interests have led me to understand the profound connection between these fields. By integrating social work principles with legal knowledge, I believe I can effectively advocate for individuals and families navigating complex systems, particularly those affected by substance abuse, mental health issues, learning disabilities, and chronic illness. To achieve my career goals, I have taken several proactive steps. Initially, I enrolled in a human services associate degree program, which laid the groundwork for my understanding of social services and client advocacy. As I transitioned to a bachelor’s degree in Social Work, I recognized the importance of gaining a multifaceted perspective on the issues my future clients may face. While pursuing this degree, I decided to include a minor in addiction studies. Although my journey has been interrupted by personal challenges, including caring for my chronically ill son, these experiences have shaped my resilience and determination. During this time, I gained invaluable insights into the legal frameworks that impact families dealing with health issues. For instance, I became increasingly aware of the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act (FERPA) and the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (HIPAA), both of which protect individuals’ rights in educational and healthcare settings. Understanding these laws is crucial for a social worker who must navigate confidentiality and informed consent while advocating for clients. I envision using legal knowledge not only to empower clients but also to educate them about their rights and options, and appropriately provide referrals for them, ultimately helping them make informed decisions. To further align my skills with my career aspirations, I plan to engage in internships and volunteer opportunities that focus on legal advocacy within social work settings. Gaining practical experience will enhance my understanding of how legal frameworks impact social services and provide me with real-world insights into client advocacy. I aim to collaborate with organizations that address both social work and legal issues, such as those focused on domestic violence, substance abuse, and child welfare. This hands-on experience will be invaluable as I work toward my goal of becoming an LCSW. Looking ahead, I envision positively impacting my future profession by fostering interdisciplinary collaboration. I believe that social workers equipped with legal knowledge can serve as crucial advocates for their clients, bridging gaps between social services and the legal system. By understanding the implications of laws affecting our clients, we can create more comprehensive support systems that address not only the immediate needs but also the long-term well-being of individuals and families. Furthermore, I aspire to be an advocate for policy changes that improve access to resources for underserved populations. By drawing on my experiences and understanding of both social work and legal systems, I hope to influence policy at local and state levels, promoting equity and justice for those I serve. Ultimately, my goal is to become a well-rounded social worker who can navigate the complexities of both fields effectively. By integrating my education, personal experiences, and advocacy skills, I am committed to making a lasting positive impact in the lives of my future clients, empowering them to overcome obstacles and achieve their goals. Through this career path, I aim to be a voice for the voiceless, advocating for change while providing compassionate support to those in need.

At the age of 16, my life changed dramatically when I became a victim of secondary trauma, experiencing PTSD and anxiety due to a stalking situation that targeted my mother. This traumatic experience left me feeling broken, as I grappled with the consequences of someone else's actions. I was not the primary target, yet the impact of that situation reverberated through my life, shaping my identity and emotional landscape. Now, at 26, married and a mother of two young children, I still wrestle with the aftermath of those experiences. Despite the façade of normalcy, I often feel like I am struggling to keep myself together, caught in a cycle of anxiety and depression that threatens to consume me. In 2017, I made the decision to pursue my education full-time while navigating the complexities of new motherhood. Enrolling in a human services associate degree program was a turning point for me; it represented not just a path toward academic achievement, but also a means to reclaim my identity and purpose. My journey took a significant turn when I transitioned to pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Social Work, which I am set to complete in Spring 2025. However, this path has not been without its challenges. My son faces chronic medical issues, requiring significant time and attention, and I took over a year off from school to care for him. During this time, I also faced personal health struggles, undergoing surgeries that further delayed my academic progress. Currently, I find myself at a crossroads, feeling the weight of financial difficulties as I strive to continue my education. We owe over $12,000 on our truck, a crucial lifeline for attending medical appointments and my husband’s work. To add to our stress, the vehicle’s transmission is failing, with repair costs estimated between $6,000 and $8,000. These financial burdens have exacerbated my anxiety, making it increasingly difficult to focus on my studies. I am experiencing a sense of despair, fearing I may have to withdraw from school, which feels like an insurmountable setback in my journey toward becoming a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW). My dream of becoming an LCSW is deeply rooted in my desire to create positive change within my community, which lacks adequate resources for individuals struggling with substance abuse. I am pursuing a minor in addiction studies alongside my degree, as I aim to leverage my education to fill this critical gap. I envision establishing a community space where children, like my son, who has asthma and other health issues, can engage in activities without facing exclusion due to their conditions. I want my children to experience a sense of normalcy and inclusion, free from the constraints that their health issues impose. However, achieving this vision requires not only my degree but also the experience and credibility that come with it. In addition to my professional aspirations, I have personal dreams, including learning Korean, which currently feels like a distant fantasy due to financial constraints. My role as the primary caretaker while my husband supports our family financially can be overwhelming, yet I remain committed to improving both my mental and physical health. After enduring burnout while caring for my son during his prolonged illness, I recognized the necessity of prioritizing my well-being to be a better caregiver. This year marks a significant milestone; for the first time, my son completed September without missing school due to illness, a testament to our collective progress. I have been actively working on my physical health through physical therapy and lifestyle changes, successfully losing 60 pounds with a goal to lose an additional 50-60 pounds within the next year. This journey is not solely about weight loss; it is about regaining my strength and vitality to support my family effectively. I understand that by taking care of myself, I am better equipped to face the challenges ahead and serve those in my community who may be struggling as I have. As I continue this journey of recovery and personal growth, I am committed to exploring positive coping mechanisms for managing my PTSD and anxiety. By investing in my physical health, I hope to cultivate resilience and find constructive ways to assist others on their paths to healing. It is my sincere aspiration to be a beacon of hope and support for those navigating similar struggles, utilizing my lived experiences to foster understanding and compassion in my community.

LeBron’s talent on the court is extraordinary, but what truly stands out to me is his leadership and influence off the court. LeBron not only excels as a player, but also encourages the next generation, which is inspiring. Although I'm not a huge sports fan, I’ve become a fan of LeBron James because of how he has influenced my son. One of the most significant impacts he’s had in my life is through my seven-year-old son. It’s thanks to LeBron that he has developed a genuine interest in basketball. Despite struggling with rage quitting in other activities, he finds joy and motivation on the basketball court. LeBron's work ethic and passion seem to resonate with him, encouraging him to keep trying, even when things get tough. As for whether LeBron is the greatest basketball player of all time, I can see the argument. His versatility, longevity, and ability to elevate those around him are remarkable. While I respect legends like Michael Jordan, LeBron’s combination of skills, leadership, and his impact on and off the court make him a strong contender for that title in my eyes, though perhaps one would argue biased towards how I respect him from his indirect help with my son. Ultimately, what matters most is how LeBron has inspired my son to persevere and enjoy the game. For that reason alone, I’ll always appreciate his influence in our lives.

While I'm not a huge sports fan, I’ve always found myself captivated by the remarkable journey of Simone Biles. On Team USA, she remains an athlete I truly enjoy cheering for. Her extraordinary talent is undeniable, but what resonates with me even more is her resilience and courage, especially in the face of adversity. Simone’s decision to prioritize her mental health during the Tokyo Olympics was a groundbreaking moment in sports. It was refreshing to see an athlete openly discuss such a critical issue, breaking the stigma that often surrounds mental well-being in high-pressure environments. This act of bravery made her more relatable, reminding me that even the best athletes face their own battles. When watching Simone compete, I appreciate not just her physical prowess, but also the grace and artistry she brings to her routines. Her performances are a blend of strength and elegance, and I find myself holding my breath in anticipation as she takes to the mat. Each time she flips and twists through the air, it feels like she’s pushing the boundaries of what is possible. I would probably break trying anything she does. However she does give me motivation to keep doing what I am good at and work harder at it. Everything can be a learning experience. Simone Biles embodies the spirit of determination and perseverance, and cheering for her goes beyond sports for me; it’s about celebrating someone who inspires countless people to be their best selves, both in and out of the arena.

Choosing to pursue higher education has been one of the most transformative decisions of my life, especially as a 26-year-old first-generation college student and a mother to two young children—my 7-year-old son and my 4-year-old daughter. Both of my children have different medical complications, which have further deepened my commitment to creating a better life for my family and the community around us. My journey is profoundly influenced by my upbringing and the sacrifices my mother made as a single parent. She faced numerous challenges and set aside her own aspirations to ensure I had opportunities she never had. Witnessing her resilience instilled in me a profound appreciation for education and the doors it can open. I want to honor her sacrifices by pursuing my degree and creating a brighter future for my children. Growing up, I was acutely aware of the harsh realities faced by many of my friends. Several experienced adverse childhood effects, including physical, verbal, and sexual abuse, while others found themselves in the foster care system, yearning for stability and a sense of belonging. I watched as some were adopted and finally felt they had a family, a place to call home. These experiences shaped my understanding of the world and fueled my determination to pursue higher education as a means of breaking the cycle of trauma and uncertainty. I believe that education is a powerful tool for transformation, enabling individuals to rise above their circumstances and create lives of purpose and meaning. As a future social worker, I aspire to be a catalyst for positive change, making my community a better place for my children to grow up. Preparing for college as a first-generation student has been a journey filled with challenges and invaluable lessons. Without anyone in my immediate family to guide me through the college admissions process, I took proactive steps to navigate its complexities. I sought out resources and support systems available to me, attending workshops and informational sessions hosted by local organizations aimed at helping first-generation students. These resources provided me not only with practical knowledge about college applications, financial aid, and scholarships but also helped me build a network of peers who shared similar aspirations and experiences. I’ve worked diligently to improve my academic skills and prepare myself for the rigors of college coursework. Balancing my responsibilities as a mother while enrolling in community college courses and working part-time has been challenging, but it has taught me essential time management and resilience—qualities I know will serve me well in my academic journey. These experiences have reinforced my belief that perseverance is key to overcoming obstacles. Moreover, I have sought guidance from mentors who have successfully navigated the higher education landscape. Their encouragement has been invaluable, instilling confidence in my abilities as I take this significant step forward. Ultimately, pursuing higher education is not just a personal ambition; it’s a tribute to my mother’s sacrifices and a commitment to overcoming the obstacles I’ve faced. I aim to become a source of strength for others in my community, especially those who have experienced similar hardships. By earning my degree in social work, I hope to create a ripple effect of positive change, proving that despite difficult beginnings, it is possible to rise, thrive, and create a future filled with opportunity. As I embark on this journey, I carry with me the lessons learned from my past, the dreams of my mother, and a fierce determination to make a difference for my children and the community they will inherit.

As a 26-year-old married stay-at-home mom living in Wisconsin, I am deeply committed to balancing my family’s needs with my educational aspirations. I have two children: a seven-year-old son who has a seizure disorder, asthma, and other medical needs, and a four-year-old daughter. Navigating these challenges has required significant adjustments, including stepping back from my studies to focus on my mental health, my son’s health, and undergoing two surgeries of my own. However, I am determined to restart my education this Fall 2024 through online courses at NSULA, with the goal of completing my BSW degree by Spring 2025. Our son’s medical conditions have made it difficult for us to maintain a routine. His asthma limits his outdoor activities on days when the temperature is below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, and his seizure disorder requires constant monitoring. These health concerns have necessitated numerous doctor appointments and hospital visits, making it challenging and not worthwhile to find reliable childcare. This has made my desire to return to school even more pressing, yet the logistics of our family’s situation often feel overwhelming. Compounding these challenges, our family vehicle, a 2013 Chevy Suburban, recently began experiencing transmission issues, with repair estimates ranging from $6,000 to $8,000. We still owe over $12,000 on the vehicle, which is essential for my husband’s work and for transporting our children to school and medical appointments. Without a reliable vehicle when the transmission fully goes, our daily routines will become even more difficult, adding to the financial stress we already face. Despite these obstacles, I am determined to finish my degree and work as a social worker. My goal is to become a Certified Social Worker (CSW) after graduation and eventually pursue a Master’s in Social Work (MSW), ultimately achieving my goal of becoming a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW) by the time I’m 35. I am particularly interested in flexible work hours to accommodate my family’s needs, and I see a potential opportunity with Families First in Tomah, WI, where I will hopefully be interning in Spring 2025 if finances work out. If all goes well, this internship could lead to employment in a role that aligns with my aspirations. Receiving this scholarship would significantly alleviate some of the financial burdens I currently face. It would help me cover educational costs without adding to my existing student loans, which is essential for my goal of graduating without further debt. Additionally, any monetary assistance would provide me with the peace of mind to focus on my studies and family without the constant worry of our financial situation. I also have a strong desire to learn Korean formally, as I’ve been struggling to teach myself. Proficiency in the language would enable me to connect with and support a broader range of clients in my future career. This scholarship would help facilitate my language education, allowing me to enhance my skills and cultural competency in social work. In conclusion, my plans for the future are deeply intertwined with my family’s needs and my commitment to education. I aspire to complete my degree, secure flexible employment, and become a skilled social worker who can make a positive impact in the lives of others. This scholarship would not only support my educational journey but also provide much-needed relief during a challenging time, enabling me to focus on my goals and ultimately build a better future for my family.

As a 26-year-old married woman living in Wisconsin, I’ve always been passionate about helping others, a drive that has shaped my aspirations to become a social worker. As I near the pivotal milestone of becoming a Certified Social Worker (CSW), I am filled with excitement for the opportunities that lie ahead. Currently, I am preparing for an internship at Families First in Tomah for Spring 2025 along with one co-requisite for my Bachelor of Social Work (BSW) and one minor course for my Addiction studies minor. I am also diligently saving to take the ASWB exam, which I plan to schedule for December or early January if finances align. This journey has been as much about personal growth and resilience as it has been about academic achievement. Accountability has been essential to my progress. I set clear, attainable goals and consistently review my achievements and challenges. Each week, I evaluate my preparation for the ASWB exam by creating a detailed study schedule that breaks down the material into manageable segments. This structured approach allows me to stay focused and organized, ensuring I dedicate adequate time to both my studies and my internship. When I encounter obstacles—whether academic pressures or personal struggles—I take the time to reflect on what adjustments I can make to overcome them. This adaptability has been crucial to my success and has instilled a sense of resilience that permeates every aspect of my life. In addition to personal accountability, I firmly believe in the power of community and support. I actively seek out mentors and peers who share my passion for social work and other interests. I value engaging with others in the field to gain insights and encouragement. This collaborative spirit not only enriches my understanding of social work but also reinforces the belief that we are stronger together. Sharing my journey with others fosters a sense of belonging and connection, holding me accountable while also creating a supportive network. My aspirations in social work also extend to my desire to learn Korean. I recognize that language can be a barrier in reaching certain communities, and by learning Korean, I aim to connect with individuals who may not speak English fluently. Effective communication is crucial in social work, and I am committed to ensuring that everyone feels heard and understood. This dedication to cultural competence is vital as I strive to build trust with diverse populations and provide the best support possible. As a mother of a son and daughter, my role serves as one of my greatest motivations. Each of my children faces different medical conditions—one more severe than the other. Navigating this journey while managing my own PTSD and anxiety presents challenges, but I strive to be the best mom I can be. I want to model resilience and empathy for my children, teaching them the importance of seeking help and supporting others in their struggles. My experiences as a parent deepen my commitment to social work, reinforcing my desire to advocate for families facing similar challenges (i.e. medically or academically). In conclusion, my journey toward becoming a social worker is shaped by accountability, community, and a commitment to connection. As I prepare to take my next steps as a CSW, I remain focused on learning and growing—not just for myself, but for the individuals and families I hope to support. Balancing my aspirations with motherhood and personal challenges has imparted invaluable lessons about resilience and compassion. Ultimately, I aspire to make a meaningful impact in the lives of others, creating a supportive and inclusive environment where everyone can thrive.

My journey through the labyrinth of mental health has profoundly shaped my beliefs, relationships, and career aspirations, turning the scars of my past into a beacon of hope for others. At 17, I witnessed my mother become the target of relentless stalking by the very first person I had hoped to call “dad.” This betrayal shattered my childhood perception of safety and family, leaving me grappling with feelings of helplessness and fear. While I navigated the emotional fallout from that traumatic experience, I became painfully aware of the concept of being "second-hand collateral damage," bearing the weight of someone else's trauma as it seeped into my own psyche. The echoes of that tumultuous time still resonate within me today, at 26. PTSD and anxiety have woven themselves into the fabric of my daily life, manifesting in ways that can feel overwhelming. Despite attending therapy and counseling, I often find myself wrestling with triggers that can emerge unexpectedly. A loud noise, a sudden movement—these seemingly innocuous moments can send me spiraling back to a place of fear and uncertainty. The struggle is not just mine; it extends to my relationships. I find myself hyper-vigilant, always on edge, which can create tension with my spouse and affect how I engage with my young children. Parenting while managing these invisible battles is daunting, yet it also deepens my desire to create a safe, nurturing environment for them. This complex interplay of trauma and healing has fostered a strong resolve within me to become a social worker. My experiences have given me a unique perspective on the multifaceted nature of mental health, and I believe that I can offer support to those who are walking similar paths. I want to be the person who helps others find their way through darkness, just as I have been guided by therapists and mentors. I have learned that vulnerability can be a source of strength and that sharing my story can empower others to confront their own struggles. Moreover, I have realized that mental health awareness and support are crucial in preventing cycles of trauma. By pursuing a career in social work, I hope to not only provide direct assistance to individuals but also to advocate for systemic changes that promote mental wellness. I envision creating programs that address the root causes of anxiety and PTSD, particularly for those who, like my mother, have been victims of violence and betrayal. I want to help people understand that healing is not linear, and that it’s okay to seek help in the face of adversity. As I navigate my own healing journey, I’m learning to transform my negative experiences into a positive force. My children, a son and a daughter, are my motivation to break the cycles of trauma and cultivate resilience. I want to model for them what it means to face one’s fears and seek help when needed. I want them to understand that mental health is a vital component of overall well-being and that it’s okay to talk about emotions openly. In a world that often stigmatizes mental health issues, I aspire to be a voice of understanding and compassion. The challenges I face daily serve as constant reminders of the importance of empathy in the field I wish to enter. I know firsthand how isolating it can feel to carry invisible burdens, and I want to ensure that those I work with feel seen, heard, and understood. Each client’s story is a tapestry woven from experiences both traumatic and transformative, and I want to be there to help them unravel their threads of pain and weave new patterns of hope. Ultimately, my experience with mental health has taught me that it is not merely a series of struggles to be endured but an intricate journey of growth and self-discovery. The shadows of my past may still linger, but they no longer define me. Instead, they have propelled me toward a purpose that I believe can bring about change, not just in my life, but in the lives of others as well. I am committed to channeling my experiences into a career that allows me to support those who are facing their own battles, helping them navigate the complexities of mental health and emerge stronger on the other side. In pursuing this path, I carry the stories of my past with me—stories of fear, resilience, and hope. I aim to create spaces where individuals feel empowered to share their narratives, transforming their pain into platforms for healing. My goal is to foster an environment where mental health is prioritized and treated with the respect it deserves, where the stigma attached to it is dismantled piece by piece. As I look toward the future, I hold onto the belief that through connection, empathy, and understanding, we can collectively rewrite the narratives surrounding mental health. I am determined to be part of that change, using my own experiences as a foundation for advocacy, support, and inspiration. The journey may be fraught with challenges, but it is a path I am ready to embrace, fueled by the desire to uplift others and create a brighter, more compassionate world. Dear My Reklats: Dear My Reklats, I beg you, do not despair, For wounds you've carved in my mother and I, Will forge a strength to help others repair, To rise from shadows where hope seems to die. The scars you’ve left are not just ours to bear; They whisper stories of pain and of strife. I’ll channel this hurt, turning darkness to care, To mend the broken, and breathe back to life. Each tear we've shed, a seed for the lost, For those tormented by echoes of their version of you, I’ll break their chains, no matter the cost, Transforming their fears into courage anew. In the depths of trauma, we’ll find our voice, A symphony rising from anguish and scars. For every heart aching, I’ll help them rejoice, Using our battles to heal under stars.

As a college student deeply interested in mental health, the recent unexpected suicide of a family member who was studying psychology has profoundly impacted my perspective on the issue. This tragic event has underscored the urgent need for greater awareness and support for mental health in our communities where stigma and misunderstanding still prevail. When I learned about my their passing, I was struck by the realization that even those who seem to be well-versed in mental health—who understand theories, therapies, and coping mechanisms—can still struggle deeply in silence. It was a harsh reminder that we often have no idea what someone is truly experiencing beneath the surface. Despite their knowledge and training, they faced battles that they felt unable to share, reinforcing the notion that mental health struggles can touch anyone, regardless of their background or expertise. This tragedy has motivated me to act and attempt to create a positive impact on those around me. One of the most pressing needs is to foster open dialogue about mental health. I plan to organize workshops and discussion panels that invite students and community members to share their experiences and feelings either during my internship or when I receive employment as a social worker. By creating safe spaces where people can talk openly about their struggles, we can begin to dismantle the stigma that often accompanies mental health issues. These discussions could include topics like recognizing the signs of distress in ourselves and others, as well as how to seek help. In Tomah, WI., I believe there’s a significant opportunity to collaborate with local organizations, such as the, Families First, local area schools, and other mental health resources. Helping organize community events focused on mental health awareness can further engage residents and encourage them to seek support when they need it. Additionally, I want to advocate for increased mental health resources on all campuses and schools. It’s crucial that universities and K12 schools prioritize mental health services, ensuring they are accessible and adequately staffed. This includes not just counseling services but also wellness programs that promote self-care and mindfulness. By working with student government and mental health advocacy groups, we can help push for these necessary changes, making sure that peers know they have support when facing difficult times. Social media can also serve as a powerful tool for change. I intend to use platforms like Facebook and LinkedIn to share personal reflections and resources related to mental health. I’ve seen how impactful sharing stories can be, and I hope to encourage others to share their journeys as well. By normalizing conversations around mental health online, we can reach a broader audience and create a sense of community where individuals feel less isolated in their struggles. Ultimately, the loss of my family member serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of compassion and understanding. Mental health is still stigmatized in much of society, often dismissed as a joke or seen as a sign of weakness. We must challenge these misconceptions and foster a culture of empathy. Sometimes, simply checking in on someone or offering a listening ear can make all the difference. Through awareness, advocacy, and community engagement, I hope to contribute to a shift in how mental health is perceived and supported in my community of Tomah, WI. By taking these actions, I aim to honor my family member's memory and ensure that others know they are not alone in their struggles. Together, we can work toward a future where mental health is treated with the seriousness and respect it deserves.