My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. I have, ever since I was young and learned the art of writing, loved to express myself through written words. My future goal is to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health through my writing to reach a wider audience. I want to write books that will help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

“Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

My Why I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited. For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water. I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts: “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow. Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one. When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology. My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others. My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.

I'd argue that growing up in rural Sweden was one of the most ideal places to grow up in. It's safe and rich in resources, but in many ways also limited.  For as long as I can remember, I've always had this desire for something more. As soon as I was old enough I moved all by myself to a foreign country (the U.S) and started to build a new life from scratch on my own terms. I didn't know exactly what I would do, but what I did know was that I wanted to make an impact in this world and leave people better than I found them. Growing up with a bipolar mother took its toll on me and I had to take on greater responsibilities already at a young age. Looking back at that time I can see now how I adopted a role as a caretaker for my mom, and that I acted on any ideas my creative, still growing brain could think of in attempts to keep her head above water.            I wish I could say that my experience with mental illness is limited to my mom, but unfortunately it’s not. Looking back to that early summer morning, over three years ago, I can still remember so vividly waking up to my dad’s short but not unusual texts:  “Hi Linnea, please call me when you wake up”. I already knew what it was all about. I knew that the worst had already happened. Those words coming out of my dad’s mouth, reporting back how my big brother, my only brother, had just died was unfortunately not a shock. I wonder sometimes if my brother’s death would have been any easier to process if it happened more suddenly, if he had died from a motorcycle accident or maybe in a plane crash. Knowing how his mental illness for so many years had slowly been killing him on the inside until it actually did, is a much harder pill to swallow.  Because I deeply believe that my brother's death could have been prevented. Statistics show clearly how my brother was, in fact, not alone feeling so stuck in his own darkness. But what breaks my heart the most is knowing that he felt he was the only one.         When my brother died, only 28 years old from battling with his bipolar disorder, I found a new purpose in trying to help other people in similar situations, which is what inspired me to begin my academic journey and pursue Psychology.  My future goal is to create a safe haven for people where they can seek support, healing and connection with other human beings. I aim to raise awareness not just about mental health but physical health as well. I want to help people find their own tools for lifelong happiness so that once they fill their own cup, they’ll also have the energy to better show up for others.          My short term goal is to complete my Bachelor’s degree at California State University, Northridge and after that to apply for Grad School. As an international student from Sweden, I’m lucky to be able to take interest free loans from the Swedish government for financial support, however unfortunately it’s not enough for me to continue my degree and reach my goals alone, which is why I am seeking financial help in the form of scholarships. I hope to fulfill these dreams of mine and I will work hard every day to make them come true.