My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady? Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class? Why can't a woman take the pressure? I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well-rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their minds and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue traditionally male-dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision-making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

Four years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I did not understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center is a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine-assisted therapies. When I first started, I would groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was to the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, one person is leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helps the rider. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. Charlynn gave me confidence and purpose. I was then able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". It has also embedded in me a thirst to continue to help others in whatever way I can. As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. This simple idea of facing the task at hand has been influential in my daily life. As high school comes to a close for me, I know that my time at Windridge is limited. I am sad to leave the students, volunteers and employees that I have now worked with for several years. My time as a volunteer at Windridge has taught me tools and shown me parts of myself that I could never have gotten with traditional education. I will forever be indebted to Charlynn and the team at Windridge. They have created in me a lifelong volunteer and a much more compassionate person.

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady? Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class? Why can't a woman take the pressure? I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well-rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their minds and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue traditionally male-dominated roles, whatever they may be. My skill and ability as a neurosurgeon will help many people with tremendously debilitating diseases. My empathy will help the patients and families cope with the diagnoses and find hope for a favorable outcome. I may find success but it is truly my hope that the blessings that have been bestowed upon me can serve to help my patients and can show others that they should follow their dreams.

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well-rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their mind and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue the traditionally male-dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision-making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

Feminism is simply recognizing that men and women are equal and should have the same rights. Continuing to challenge thinking outside of this is the only way women will ever get treated fairly. My mother is a strong woman who has taught me and showed me that women can do anything they want. Unfortunately, the rest of the world has no caught up. My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well-rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their mind and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue the traditionally male-dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but 3 is the common number. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe-inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. My hope is to be able to help programs like Windridge continue their efforts. I also would love to be able to see my patients be able to use a place like Windridge for their rehabilitation.

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender. When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well-rounded.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but 3 is the common number. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. My hope is to be able to help programs like Windridge continue their efforts. I also would love to be able to see my patients be able to use a place like Windridge for their rehabilitation.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but 3 is the common number. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. My hope is to be able to help programs like Windridge continue their efforts. I also would love to be able to see my patients be able to use a place like Windridge for their rehabilitation.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but 3 is the common number. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. My hope is to be able to help programs like Windridge continue their efforts. I also would love to be able to see my patients be able to use a place like Windridge for their rehabilitation.

Two years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else.

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but it 3 is the common number. My first few classes were as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins". As I look toward my future, I see a path in the medical field. My goal is to become a neurosurgeon and hopefully to be able to correct some of the disorders that inflict people like our riders. I know that this path is long and filled with challenges. I also know that I have been given intellect, and now confidence, that will allow me to accomplish my dreams. My hope is to be able to help programs like Windridge continue their efforts. I also would love to be able to see my patients be able to use a place like Windridge for their rehabilitation.

You can't take it with you. But, you can build a future for yourself and others while you live. My mother works hard toward this goal every day. She has earned several degrees and has a job where she has started to build some financial wealth. There have been pitfalls and road blocks, but she pushes through each day so that she can help me build a better future. She has instilled in me a desire to strive for and reach my goals. As I watch her reach hers, I also see where she shares the bounty with those around her. My mother is the first to sponsor an angel on the angel tree. I have also seen where she sacrifices for me an others by avoiding the expensive items so that there will be money left for me and for her to do other good things. Just as she works hard for me, it is ingrained in me to work hard for others. Generational wealth means being a good steward of money and making sure that funds are available when your loved ones need it. Some people may look at this as meaning that the wealth is only for your family. Learning to recognize opportunities in others and where a gift to them can help others can create wealth for many generations. This does not always mean a financial contribution. I remember one year, when I was growing out of clothes quickly, my mother asked what it would look like if we gave all of those clothes to a friend who was smaller and did not have much. We talked about where her family could spend that money and how a small act of kindness on our part could help them financially. Then we packed 4 big boxes of items and left them on her front porch with no explanation. She never found out where the clothes came from but I was proud each day I saw her wear something of mine. I feel so blessed that my mother has shown me the value of helping others. It is my dream to become a doctor and have the wealth to be able to share with others. This may mean monetary gifts. It also may mean gifts of time and understanding. Wealth of knowledge can lift others to where they can also attain monetary wealth. I hope I can be in a position to meet people where they are and help build them up to where they can reach their goals. If each of us could help just a few people, where and how they need the help, we would all be richer and could pass that along through the generations.

Two years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else.

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their mind and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue the traditionally male dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

Two years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else.

Attitude is everything! Whether you like school or not, starting the year off with a good attitude can make all of the difference. Be excited for what the school year can bring and the possibility of learning new things. The right mindset can help you learn more. A negative attitude and a closed mind only serves to make you miserable and it limits how much you can absorb. @lainavale

When I first started volunteering for Windridge, I didn't really know much about it. All I knew was that I would need volunteer hours for high school and that I knew how to work with horses. I was 12 at the time and that was the youngest they would take a volunteer. They only considered me at that age because I had experience with horses. What I didn't understand at the time was that it would not be the horses that would teach me the most. Windridge Therapeutic Equestrian Center in a PATH, Inc. organization that helps children, adults and veterans with disabilities or mental health needs through equine assisted therapies. When I first started, I would just groom the horses, clean stalls and clean and put away tack. When I turned 13, the lead instructor asked if I was willing to do more. I had watched some of the classes but I was uncertain. Charlynn was as kind to me as she was with the students. She took my cues and taught me what I needed to know to be confident in the classes. It takes at least 3 of us to conduct a class. Usually, there is one person leading the horse and one person on each side of the horse helping the rider. There are some students who are more advanced and do not need as much help but it 3 is the common number. My first few classes where as a "side walker". Within a short time, Charlynn asked me to lead. She said I knew the horses better and could keep them going so that she and another volunteer could better help the student. She gave me confidence and purpose. I then was able to help the students achieve their goals because they had a steady ride. Our students all have different challenges but their time on the horses gives them a joy and freedom that I don't think they could get anywhere else. In addition to the mental well-being, balance and strength also improve. It is amazing to watch someone who cannot walk without assistance, learn to guide a horse or start to post a trot. The resilience of our students is awe inspiring. I have always loved horses. I did not know how much they can help us. Sure, they can get us from place to place. But their presence provides a quiet strength that can allow the perceived impossible to happen. My time at Windridge has taught me to be compassionate and to value all "wins".

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their mind and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue the traditionally male dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

My dream is to be a neurosurgeon. I know, a girl is not supposed to be a neurosurgeon. At least that is what far too many people say. Surgeons are supposed to be men. I have asked why so many times that it is now just a gut reaction. The responses range from nonsensical to ignorant to just misinformed. Why would someone think that my hand would be less steady. Why would I not be smart enough when my current grades place me first in my class. Why can't a woman take the pressure. I will be a neurosurgeon. I understand that the path is long and challenging. I know I will spend the next 13+ years pursuing this path. But, I can do it and I will do it. My brain and my skill will show exactly why a woman, this woman, can be and should be a neurosurgeon. This neurosurgeon will be skilled and compassionate. The often negative, brash and sometimes hostile attitude associated with a male surgeon will be lacking. My ability to empathize will show yet another reason why a woman should be a surgeon. Currently, healthcare in Texas continues to favor men in positions of power. This is true whether we talk about surgery or hospital administration. If a woman is in one of those roles, she is thought of as the exception. I dream of a Texas that turns a blind eye to gender (as well as race). When we look to a healthcare provider we should look for the person who is the most qualified and well rounded. Gone are the days of patriarchy where we need a man to tell us what is right. I want to be an example to other women who know that they can do what they put their mind and effort to complete. I want to lift other women up and bring them along so that they can fill the roles they have allowed men to fill in their absence for too long. We are strong enough. We are competent enough. There is no reason that we cannot pursue the traditionally male dominated roles, whatever they may be. Through competency and demonstration of skill, it is also my hope to be compensated the same as my male peers. My mother, a Nurse Practitioner, gets paid 8% less than the male Physician Assistant who performs the same role in the practice. My mother has more degrees and more experience. The only way to change this disparity is to flood healthcare with women in decision making roles. Although I will not be in one of the administrative roles, I will be a part of bringing other women into those roles. We will have to all work together to make change happen.

Two years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. I don't even think that the conversation was very long. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else. Mental health is truly a crisis in this nation and not all healthcare providers are adept at managing it. I know that my relationships have also changed as a result of my depression. I had to work to get back some of the people that I shut out. My experience has also led me to a place where I think I am gentler with other people's feelings. I certainly do want to be the one who says something that pushes a person too far. I also feel that I now make myself more available to others.

Two years ago, I was so depressed that I considered taking my life. I had already started "cutting" and thought it would just be so easy to slip. I didn't have a reason to be depressed. Logically, I could not understand why I was depressed. But, I didn't feel anything. Nothing made me feel good. I just couldn't see how anything could get better. I didn't want to do or be anything. I was in the dark in my room one night when I started thinking about my Mom and everything she has done for me. I had been shutting her out. I really didn't feel bad about it but I didn't want her to think she had done something wrong if I chose one night to end it. I don't remember what I said to her. All I know is that it was a relief to say it. Thankfully, she didn't shut me out or make me feel worse. My Mom took me to see my regular family doctor. I was started on antidepressants that day. I also started therapy within that next week. Truthfully, the therapy almost didn't work. I had to find the right therapist as I had a hard time clicking with anyone at that point. Medication was easier for me in that my doctor found one that worked well for me right away. Sadly, that is not the case for everyone. She told me at one point that many people have to try three or four different medications before they find one that helps. Some people even need two or more medications at once. It took a bit over one and a half years of medication and therapy to get me to the point where I am now okay. I have weaned off of the medication. I don't talk to my therapist regularly anymore but know that she is there if I need her. I can't say that I don't have down days. But, they aren't black. And, I have learned to recognize them and respond so that I don't spiral out of control. Upon graduation, I plan to begin a pre-med path in college. I feel my experience makes me more empathetic and hopefully better able to identify someone in need. It is often people who are quiet or say all of the right things that need us most. I hope I can stand in that gap for someone else.