Mental health is a deeply personal and complex issue, one that has shaped my life in ways both visible and invisible. My journey with mental health began long before I fully understood it, rooted in the tragic loss of my mother, Ethel Hayes, nearly fifty years ago. She was a kind, courageous, and loving woman, yet she struggled silently with her inner world and ultimately took her own life. Though I never had the chance to know her fully as a child would, the impact of her passing has rippled through my life, influencing my beliefs, my relationships, and my aspirations.
Growing up in the aftermath of this loss, I faced the dual challenge of grief and silence. In my family and community, mental health was rarely discussed openly, particularly within the Black community, where seeking help was often stigmatized. I internalized this silence, suppressing feelings of sadness, confusion, and anger. At times, I felt isolated, as if my emotions were burdens I could not share with anyone. Suppressing my grief and emotions caused challenges in my daily life schoolwork, friendships, and my sense of self all felt affected by an unspoken weight. I struggled to articulate what I was feeling, which led to periods of anxiety and self-doubt.
However, these experiences also shaped my understanding of empathy and resilience. Through this silence and struggle, I learned to recognize that mental health challenges are not signs of weakness they are part of being human. I became acutely aware of how critical it is to have support systems, whether through family, friends, or professionals, and how deeply harmful it can be when such support is absent. I have developed a profound appreciation for the courage it takes for individuals to seek help and for the importance of creating spaces where mental health can be discussed openly and without judgment.
My experiences have also shaped my relationships in meaningful ways. I have learned to be a better listener, to approach others with patience and understanding, and to recognize when someone might be silently struggling. I strive to be a source of support for friends, classmates, and younger peers, offering encouragement or simply a listening ear when needed. Losing my mother to suicide has made me more attuned to the subtleties of emotional distress, and I make it a priority to nurture open communication in my relationships. At the same time, I have learned that helping others begins with helping oneself. I have worked to address my own mental health proactively, seeking support when necessary, practicing self-reflection, and embracing healthy coping mechanisms. This has allowed me to approach relationships with a sense of stability and understanding.
These experiences have also profoundly influenced my aspirations. I plan to pursue a career in medicine, specifically in Nursing or Radiologic Sciences as a prelude to attending medical school. One of my core goals as a future healthcare professional is to prioritize mental health alongside physical health. Too often, patients’ mental well being is overlooked in clinical settings, particularly for marginalized communities. My personal journey has given me insight into the intersection of mental health, trauma, and healthcare disparities. I want to advocate for comprehensive care that addresses both mind and body, ensuring that individuals who struggle with mental health challenges receive compassionate, holistic support.
Beyond my professional aspirations, my experiences have instilled a desire to promote mental health awareness and destigmatization in my community. I am committed to creating spaces where open dialogue about mental health is encouraged, whether through church programs, school initiatives, or volunteer work. I want to help break the silence that too often surrounds mental health, particularly in communities where stigma persists. I have seen firsthand the consequences of unspoken grief and suppressed emotion, and I want to contribute to a world where individuals feel safe to share their struggles and seek help without fear of judgment.
My journey with mental health has also shaped my perspective on resilience and the human experience. I have come to understand that mental health challenges do not define a person’s worth or potential. Instead, navigating these challenges can foster growth, empathy, and a deeper connection to others. I strive to live with intentionality, using my experiences to inform my actions, guide my relationships, and inspire my aspirations. I recognize that while grief, trauma, and mental health struggles can leave lasting impacts, they can also cultivate strength, compassion, and purpose when addressed with care and reflection.
Ultimately, my experiences with mental health have shaped a vision for my life that combines personal growth, empathy, and service. I aim to pursue a medical career in which I provide both physical and mental healthcare, to mentor others who may be struggling, and to advocate for awareness, understanding, and resources in my community. Losing my mother has been one of the most painful experiences of my life, yet it has also fueled a passion to prevent similar tragedies by promoting dialogue, support, and understanding. By confronting the darkness and fostering spaces where mental health is valued and nurtured, I hope to make a positive difference in the lives of individuals and families who are struggling, just as I wish someone had been able to help my mother all those years ago.
Through my journey, I have learned that mental health challenges are not a private burden to bear alone they are part of the human experience, and bringing them into the light is the first step toward healing. My beliefs, relationships, and aspirations are all informed by this understanding, and I am committed to living a life that honors my mother’s memory by creating support, hope, and awareness for others. I am driven to turn personal pain into meaningful action, advocating for mental health in medicine and my community, and ensuring that no one has to face their struggles entirely alone.