I've worked to create spaces on my college campus, where individuals from all backgrounds feel valued and included. Whether it's organizing events that celebrate diverse cultures, advocating for inclusive policies within our school community, or volunteering with organizations dedicated to social justice causes, I've consistently strived to promote understanding and acceptance. One of the initiatives I spearheaded was an event called La Charla: LGBTQ+ Identity and the Latinx Community, organized through the LGBTQ club on campus. La Charla provided a much-needed platform for open discussion and exploration of the intersectionality between LGBTQ+ identity and the Latinx community. By creating a safe space where individuals could share their experiences, challenges, and triumphs, we fostered greater understanding and solidarity among diverse groups on campus. This event not only highlighted the unique struggles faced by LGBTQ+ individuals within the Latinx community but also underscored the resilience and strength that arise from embracing one's multiple identities. As someone who is both Latinx and queer, I wanted people to be able to see the importance of embracing every part of a person’s identity. Participants shared deeply personal experiences of encountering homophobia within the Latinx community. Many spoke about the challenges of reconciling their sexual orientation or gender identity with cultural expectations and norms, often feeling pressure to conform to traditional gender roles or heterosexual relationships. Some recounted instances of discrimination, rejection, or even violence from family members, peers, or community members because of their LGBTQ+ identity. I took the opportunity to share my own coming out story with fellow students and staff. Opening up about my experiences was an empowering moment for me, as it allowed me to embrace my authenticity and vulnerability in front of a supportive community. By sharing my journey of self-discovery and acceptance, I hoped to provide reassurance and inspiration to others who may be navigating similar challenges. It was a deeply personal experience, as I reflected on the obstacles I overcame and the growth I experienced along the way. Moreover, sharing my story fostered a sense of connection and solidarity among attendees, as they listened with empathy and shared their own experiences in return. Through this exchange, we formed meaningful bonds based on mutual understanding and support, reinforcing the importance of creating spaces where individuals can share their truths without fear of judgment or rejection. Reflecting on the supportive environment created during the event and the transformative power of sharing experiences, I became even more passionate about addressing health disparities and promoting health equity. I realized that my own journey of self-acceptance and resilience paralleled the struggles faced by marginalized communities in accessing equitable healthcare. This realization deeply influenced my aspirations to work on health equity issues. As I embark on attaining my public health degree, I am driven by a sense of purpose to advocate for marginalized communities, including LGBTQ+ individuals and Latinx populations, who often face barriers to accessing quality healthcare services. In essence, my experience at La Charla not only empowered me to embrace my identity but also inspired me to channel that empowerment into action as I pursue my goals in public health. It serves as a reminder of the transformative potential of advocacy and community engagement in promoting diversity, equity, and inclusion in all aspects of society.

As autumn draped its vibrant hues over the campus, a transformation unfolded before our very eyes. The lush green canopy that had sheltered us throughout the summer now burst into a riot of colors, painting the landscape in shades of gold, crimson, and burnt orange. The air was crisp with the promise of cooler days ahead, carrying with it the earthy scent of fallen leaves and the faint hint of bonfires in the distance. My friends and I found ourselves drawn together by the allure of the season. Each gathering at the on campus Starbucks was not just an opportunity to indulge in our favorite fall beverage, but a chance to reconnect and forge deeper bonds amidst the beauty of nature's spectacle. With each passing year, our circle grew stronger, fortified by shared experiences and unwavering support. There was Anita, with her infectious laughter and boundless enthusiasm, always the first to suggest an impromptu adventure or a late-night study session fueled by endless cups of coffee. Then there was Roman, the steady anchor, whose quiet strength and sage advice provided a guiding light in times of uncertainty. And of course, there was Hannah, the irrepressible optimist with a heart of gold, whose irreverent humor and unwavering loyalty brought joy to even the darkest of days. Together, we were a crew of dreamers and schemers, united by a shared love of good company and great coffee. I always got the Iced Pumpkin Cream latte due to my sweet tooth. As we sat beneath the canopy of changing leaves, our conversations ranged from the trivial to the profound, from the latest gossip to our hopes and dreams for the future. We laughed, we cried, we debated and deliberated, but above all, we cherished each other's company, knowing that together we were stronger than we could ever be alone. In those moments, surrounded by the beauty of fall and the warmth of friendship, the Iced Pumpkin Cream Chai Latte became more than just a drink to me; it was a symbol of the bonds that held us together, a testament to the power of friendship and the enduring magic of autumn on campus. In since my friends graduation last year and my most recent graduation, life has taken us in different directions, scattering us to the winds like leaves in an autumn breeze. But no matter where we find ourselves, the memories of those autumn evenings and the taste of the Iced Pumpkin Cream Chai Latte will always serve as a reminder of the enduring bonds we share and the indelible mark that our time together left on my heart.

If there's one book I believe everyone should read, it's "Touch" by Courtney Maum. This novel offers a powerful exploration of the impact of technology on human relationships, a topic that's increasingly relevant in our digital age. Through the story of Sloane and Roman, Maum skillfully illustrates the challenges of maintaining intimacy in a world where screens often take precedence over face-to-face interaction. "Touch" delves into Sloane's longing for physical closeness, juxtaposed against Roman's immersion in the virtual realm. As their relationship deteriorates, readers are prompted to reflect on their own reliance on technology and its effects on their personal connections. The novel's narrative poignantly underscores the importance of genuine human interaction in an era dominated by digital communication. Furthermore, "Touch" explores broader themes of identity and fulfillment, as Sloane embarks on a journey of self-discovery outside of her relationship with Roman. By portraying Sloane's struggle to find genuine intimacy amidst a digital backdrop, Maum invites readers to contemplate their own desires for connection and authenticity. Technology is going to continue to dramatically evolve and limit our personal face to face interactions with one another. Maum focuses on how technology has affected our lives through the relationship of the main characters, Sloane and Roman, as their relationship clearly becomes increasingly disconnected and ultimately vanishes throughout the novel. Sloane longed for any sort of intimacy form her partner Roman, who was unable to provide this sense of connection that Sloane desperately needed to save their relationship. The lack of intimacy caused Sloane to look for something to fill her void elsewhere. At the end of the novel, we see Sloane’s happiness bloom as she has more face to face interactions at her work place which help to fill her need for real interactions. On the flip side, we see Roman’s personal downfall as he fails to be successful, having to return to Paris while Sloane is flourishing with all her original needs fulfilled. The beauty of "Touch" lies in its ability to provoke introspection and dialogue about the role of technology in our lives. By engaging with Sloane and Roman's story, readers are encouraged to reconsider their own relationships and habits regarding technology. Ultimately, "Touch" serves as a catalyst for greater awareness and mindfulness in our interactions, making it a book that has the potential to resonate with readers of all ages and backgrounds.

Navigating my family's journey through my grandmother's battle with ovarian cancer, particularly her decision to keep it hidden until the final stages, was a deeply personal journey that profoundly impacted my outlook on life and relationships. The experience served as a catalyst for self-discovery, shining light on the importance of empathy, communication, and the transformative power of vulnerability. Witnessing my grandmother's silent struggle against cancer unveiled the fragility of human existence and forced me to confront my own fears and insecurities surrounding illness and mortality. Her decision to shield us from her suffering sparked a profound internal dialogue, prompting me to reevaluate my perceptions of strength and resilience. In her silence, I found an unexpected wellspring of courage—an unwavering resolve to confront life's challenges with grace and authenticity. She didn't want us to treat her any differently after her diagnosis so she kept it hidden in order to live her life the way she wanted to which was with a sense of normalcy. As her condition deteriorated and the truth emerged, I grappled with a complex array of emotions—anguish, regret, and a profound sense of longing for connection. The experience caused me to reassess the nature of my relationships, urging me to cultivate deeper connections built on honesty, empathy, and vulnerability. Through countless moments of shared laughter and tears, I discovered the power of human connection. Witnessing my grandmother's gradual decline as cancer ravaged her body was undeniably traumatic—a visceral reminder of the relentless cruelty of this disease. To see a woman who had once epitomized strength, resilience, and boundless love now reduced to a shell of her former self was a profoundly sobering experience. Despite her physical decline, my grandmother's spirit remained unbroken, radiating warmth, love, and quiet strength until the very end. Her unwavering resolve to face each day with courage and dignity inspired all who knew her. In the aftermath of my grandmother's passing, I emerged with an appreciation for the fragility of life and the importance to live each day with intention and purpose. Her legacy serves as a guiding light, reminding me to embrace vulnerability as a means for growth and connection. Through her silent struggle, she imparted a profound lesson on the importance of authenticity and the enduring power of love. Ultimately, my family's journey through cancer taught me that true strength lies not in silence, but in the courage to embrace vulnerability and share our struggles with those we hold dear. It reinforced the importance of empathy, communication, and the potential of human connection. As I continue to navigate life's challenges, I carry with me the invaluable lessons from my grandmother's journey—a reminder to cherish each moment, cultivate meaningful relationships, and live authentically, with an open heart and a spirit of resilience.

From a young age, I have been driven by a passion for service and a desire to make a meaningful impact in the world around me. This passion has manifested itself in various forms throughout my life, shaping my personal and academic pursuits. Throughout my undergraduate years, I had the privilege of leading the American Red Cross Club at my institution. I organized and led multiple blood drives on campus, mobilizing donors and contributing to alleviating blood shortages in our community. On one such occasion, I spoke to a Red Cross team member who was conducting the blood collection and asked her why a blood shortage is a problem in communities. She informed me that blood transfusions are crucial in emergency situations such as accidents, surgeries, and childbirth complications. Without an adequate supply of blood, medical professionals may struggle to save lives or perform necessary procedures. In addition, during natural disasters or mass casualty events there may be a sudden influx of patients requiring urgent medical attention and blood transfusions. A blood shortage during such events can severely hinder disaster response efforts. I could understand the importance, but I didn’t understand the severity of her words until my own mother needed a blood transfusion. I accompanied my mother to the gynecologist because she was having reproductive issues and excessive bleeding. We did not know going in that day, that a couple hours later her doctor would tell her to go to the emergency room and that she was found to be anemic from blood loss. I couldn't imagine if there wasn’t blood available for her to get the life saving treatment she needed. It puts things into perspective for me. After this, I was motivated for the next blood drive hosted at my institution like never before. I helped to increase community engagement through social media and marketing campaigns. Through immense effort and collaboration. We hosted a record breaking blood drive with 34 units of blood donated by students, staff, faculty, and community donors which totals to over 100 lives saved. This personal experience has fueled my dedication to advocating for accessible health initiatives and sustainable community practices. It serves as a reminder of the interconnectedness between individual health and community well-being. Through my previous experiences and now as I pursue a Master's degree in Public Health, I am committed to raising awareness about the critical need for blood donations and promoting sustainable health practices that can mitigate the impact of blood shortages in emergencies. Through coursework, research projects, and field experiences, I intend to gain the necessary skills and expertise to design and implement effective interventions that prioritize accessibility, inclusivity, and sustainability. Whether it's conducting community needs assessments, developing health education programs, or advocating for policy changes, I am committed to leveraging my education to make a difference in the lives of individuals and communities. As I continue on my journey in public health advocacy, I carry with me the profound lesson learned from my mother's experience: that accessible health resources, including blood donations, are not just essential but lifesaving. By championing initiatives that prioritize community health and sustainability, I hope to contribute to a future where no individual faces the uncertainty of inadequate access to life-saving medical interventions.

From a young age, I have been driven by a passion for service and a desire to make a meaningful impact in the world around me. This passion has manifested itself in various forms throughout my life, shaping my personal and academic pursuits. Throughout my undergraduate years, I had the privilege of leading the American Red Cross Club at my institution. I organized and led multiple blood drives on campus, mobilizing donors and contributing to alleviating blood shortages in our community. On one such occasion, I spoke to a Red Cross team member who was conducting the blood collection and asked her why a blood shortage is a problem in communities. She informed me that blood transfusions are crucial in emergency situations such as accidents, surgeries, and childbirth complications. Without an adequate supply of blood, medical professionals may struggle to save lives or perform necessary procedures. In addition, during natural disasters or mass casualty events there may be a sudden influx of patients requiring urgent medical attention and blood transfusions. A blood shortage during such events can severely hinder disaster response efforts. I could understand the importance, but I didn’t understand the severity of her words until my own mother needed a blood transfusion. I accompanied my mother to the gynecologist because she was having reproductive issues and excessive bleeding. We did not know going in that day, that a couple hours later her doctor would tell her to go to the emergency room and that she was found to be anemic from blood loss. I couldn't imagine if there wasn’t blood available for her to get the life saving treatment she needed. It puts things into perspective for me. After this, I was motivated for the next blood drive hosted at my institution like never before. I helped to increase community engagement through social media and marketing campaigns. Through immense effort and collaboration. We hosted a record breaking blood drive with 34 units of blood donated by students, staff, faculty, and community donors which totals to over 100 lives saved. This personal experience has fueled my dedication to advocating for accessible health initiatives and sustainable community practices. It serves as a reminder of the interconnectedness between individual health and community well-being. Through my previous experiences and now as I pursue a Master's degree in Public Health, I am committed to raising awareness about the critical need for blood donations and promoting sustainable health practices that can mitigate the impact of blood shortages in emergencies. I intend to gain the necessary skills and expertise to design and implement effective interventions that prioritize accessibility, inclusivity, and sustainability. As I continue on my journey in public health advocacy, I carry with me the profound lesson learned from my mother's experience: that accessible health resources, including blood donations, are not just essential but lifesaving. I hope to contribute to a future where no individual faces the uncertainty of inadequate access to life-saving medical interventions.

Between 2012 and 2018, my life was struck by a series of unexpected tragedies as I lost four cherished family members. These years of my youth weren't typical; instead of carefree moments, they were defined by the heavy burden of grief and loss. It all began when I was just ten years old. My world was turned upside down by the sudden passing of my father due to a blood clot in his heart. His absence left a void in my heart, compounded by the fact that I never got to hear the words of pride and approval I so desperately craved from him. His departure sparked a sense of inadequacy within me, driving me to strive harder to prove my worth. Tragedy struck again when my stepmother, Erica, passed away in 2018 in a manner eerily similar to my father's death. Her vibrant spirit and boundless love left an indelible mark on my heart, making her absence all the more difficult to bear. Loss took its toll on my mental health, plunging me into a dark pit of depression and anxiety. I lost a part of myself, and I isolated from the people I loved in fear that I was just bad luck and I would lose them too. A lot of my relationships with friends and family members became strained. I knew I had to get better. I knew that my father and my stepmom would not want to see me suffer like this. They would want me to get back up. I started going to therapy. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medicine which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. I learned more about myself than I ever have and it has made me stronger and resilient. I started rekindling friendships and relationships with family members. Death is a part of life. It makes life precious. So why would waste that time alone? Amidst the darkness of loss, I found solace in education. It became my lifeline, a way to honor the memories of those I had lost and keep their legacies alive. I resolved to make them proud, to live a life worthy of their love and sacrifice. That's why I chose to study public health, to dedicate myself to the service of others, and to be a beacon of hope in the world. It is my way of honoring the memories of those I have lost, of keeping their spirits alive in the work that I do. And though the pain of their absence may never fully fade, I find comfort in the knowledge that they live on through me, guiding me, and inspiring me.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my worst fear. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. They were preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school. My study hall teacher and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing and told me to take my first step into the light because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medication which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. It has taught me that I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. Mental health was my challenge like so many other people across the nation. You never know what someone is going through and the personal obstacles that people face, but we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows. My goal is to pursue a public health degree to start a career in implementing policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, HIV and mental health-specific services. Including creating policies to break down financial and societal barriers that cause inadequate access to healthcare services.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my worst fear. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. They were preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school. My study hall teacher and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing and told me to take my first step into the light because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medication which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. It has taught me that I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. Mental health was my challenge like so many other people across the nation. You never know what someone is going through and the personal obstacles that people face, but we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows. My goal is to pursue a public health degree in order to start a career to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, HIV and mental health-specific services. Including creating policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare services.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my worst fear. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. They were preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? I felt useless and felt like my life was not worth anything. What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school. My study hall teacher and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing and told me to take my first step into the light because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medicine which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. I learned more about myself than I ever have and it has made me stronger and resilient. I am now more than ever more comfortable in my identity as queer and multiracial. I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. You never know what someone is going through and the personal obstacles that people face, but we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows.

Between 2012 and 2018, my life was struck by a series of unexpected tragedies as I lost four cherished family members. These years of my youth weren't typical; instead of carefree moments, they were defined by the heavy burden of grief and loss. It all began when I was just ten years old. My world was turned upside down by the sudden passing of my father due to a blood clot in his heart. His absence left a void in my heart, compounded by the fact that I never got to hear the words of pride and approval I so desperately craved from him. His departure sparked a sense of inadequacy within me, driving me to strive harder to prove my worth. Shortly after, during my high school years, I lost my paternal grandmother. She was more than just a grandmother; she was my rock, my biggest supporter. Her battle with ovarian cancer was a painful blow to our family, leaving us grappling with the suddenness of her departure and the weight of unspoken goodbyes. Tragedy struck again when my stepmother, Erica, passed away a year later in a manner eerily similar to my father's death. Her vibrant spirit and boundless love left an indelible mark on my heart, making her absence all the more difficult to bear. And then, just when it seemed like the pain couldn't get any worse, my maternal grandmother quietly slipped away. Despite her health struggles, she had always been a source of strength and comfort for me. Each loss took its toll on my mental health, plunging me into a dark pit of depression and anxiety. But amidst the darkness, I found solace in education. It became my lifeline, a way to honor the memories of those I had lost and keep their legacies alive. I resolved to make them proud, to live a life worthy of their love and sacrifice. That's why I chose to study public health, to dedicate myself to the service of others, and to be a beacon of hope in the world. It is my way of honoring the memories of those I have lost, of keeping their spirits alive in the work that I do. And though the pain of their absence may never fully fade, I find comfort in the knowledge that they live on through me, guiding me, and inspiring me. My journey into the field of public health is deeply rooted in my personal experiences as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Having witnessed firsthand the myriad challenges and obstacles faced by individuals like myself when attempting to access adequate healthcare, I am aware of the urgent need for systemic change. Every individual, regardless of their background or identity, deserves the fundamental right to equitable healthcare services, and I am committed to leveraging my skills and knowledge to champion this cause. I believe that by using the power of advocacy, research, and community engagement, we can create a future where healthcare is truly accessible to all, regardless of identity or circumstance. My resolve to make a significant contribution to this field is unwavering, and I am excited to see how I can use my skills and passion to make a real difference in the lives of others.

As I approach the culmination of my undergraduate studies, I find myself standing at the start of a new chapter filled with excitement and determination. Having been accepted into several graduate programs, I have made the decision to pursue a master's degree in Public Health. My unwavering passion lies in advocating for equitable healthcare for marginalized communities, particularly within the LGBTQIA+ community, and I see this advanced degree as a crucial step toward realizing this vision. At the core of my career aspirations is a desire to work with non-profit organizations and community groups dedicated to addressing the healthcare disparities faced by marginalized populations. Specifically, I aim to focus my efforts on developing policies and initiatives aimed at improving health outcomes for individuals within the LGBTQIA+ community, with a particular emphasis on services related to HIV and mental health. Through targeted interventions and advocacy, I am determined to dismantle the financial and societal barriers that impede access to quality healthcare for these individuals. My journey into the field of public health is deeply rooted in my personal experiences as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Having witnessed firsthand the myriad challenges and obstacles faced by individuals like myself when attempting to access adequate healthcare, I am aware of the urgent need for systemic change. Every individual, regardless of their background or identity, deserves the fundamental right to equitable healthcare services, and I am committed to leveraging my skills and knowledge to champion this cause. I plan to actively engage with organizations that share my passion and commitment to improving healthcare access for marginalized communities. By working collaboratively with these stakeholders, I aim to develop innovative policies and programs that address the unique needs of the LGBTQIA+ community and pave the way for tangible improvements in health outcomes. As I embark on this journey, I am aware of the challenges that lie ahead. However, I am also filled with a sense of optimism and purpose. I believe that by using the power of advocacy, research, and community engagement, we can create a future where healthcare is truly accessible to all, regardless of identity or circumstance. My resolve to make a significant contribution to this field is unwavering, and I am excited to see how I can use my skills and passion to make a real difference in the lives of others. In conclusion, my studies are not just an academic pursuit but a strategic investment in my future. They provide me with the tools, knowledge, and experiences necessary to pursue my career aspirations with vigor and purpose. With the support of this scholarship, I am confident that I will be able to maximize my potential and contribute positively to the world.

Between 2012 and 2018, my life was struck by a series of unexpected tragedies as I lost four cherished family members. These years of my youth weren't typical; instead of carefree moments, they were defined by the heavy burden of grief and loss. It all began when I was just ten years old. My world was turned upside down by the sudden passing of my father due to a blood clot in his heart. His absence left a void in my heart, compounded by the fact that I never got to hear the words of pride and approval I so desperately craved from him. His departure sparked a sense of inadequacy within me, driving me to strive harder to prove my worth. Shortly after, during my high school years, I lost my paternal grandmother. She was more than just a grandmother; she was my rock, my biggest supporter. Her battle with ovarian cancer was a painful blow to our family, leaving us grappling with the suddenness of her departure and the weight of unspoken goodbyes. Tragedy struck again when my stepmother, Erica, passed away a year later in a manner eerily similar to my father's death. Her vibrant spirit and boundless love left an indelible mark on my heart, making her absence all the more difficult to bear. And then, just when it seemed like the pain couldn't get any worse, my maternal grandmother quietly slipped away. Despite her health struggles, she had always been a source of strength and comfort for me. Each loss took its toll on my mental health, plunging me into a dark pit of depression and anxiety. But amidst the darkness, I found solace in education. It became my lifeline, a way to honor the memories of those I had lost and keep their legacies alive. I resolved to make them proud, to live a life worthy of their love and sacrifice. That's why I chose to study public health, to dedicate myself to the service of others, and to be a beacon of hope in the world. It is my way of honoring the memories of those I have lost, of keeping their spirits alive in the work that I do. And though the pain of their absence may never fully fade, I find comfort in the knowledge that they live on through me, guiding me, inspiring me, and reminding me of the enduring power of love.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my worst fear. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. They were preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school. My study hall teacher and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing and told me to take my first step into the light because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life and my biggest flaw. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medicine which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. I learned more about myself than I ever have and it has made me stronger and resilient. It has taught me that I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. Mental health was my challenge like so many other people across the nation. Sometimes you need that one person to tell you that you are capable and I want to pay that forward to someone else. You never know what someone is going through and the personal obstacles that people face, but we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my worst fear. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. They were preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school. My study hall teacher and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing and told me to take my first step into the light because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medicine which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. I learned more about myself than I ever have and it has made me stronger and resilient. It has taught me that I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. Mental health was my challenge like so many other people across the nation. Sometimes you need that one person to tell you that you are capable and I want to pay that forward to someone else. You never know what someone is going through, but we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows.

A vastness of disarray, suffocating darkness, a heavy chain pulling me from the inside out. My heart is becoming a crumpled piece of paper. My body physically protests the air coming into my lungs. Time of intense fear as if I was drowning within my own body. Fighting a nonexistent enemy that was there to diminish me. Anxiety is my worst enemy and my greatest enemy. It started in elementary school, people wrote it off as shyness, but in reality, I was silently suffering from the weight of being judged in constant fear of speaking or reaching out. I was scared to speak to the other kids. I had very few friends and I kept to myself most days. I was chained in my own mind from fear of not being good enough. My mind and my body are working against me. Preventing me from being the best I could be. I was smart, I am not going to deny the talent I had in academics, but how could I possibly do something good with my life… to help make the world a better place when I couldn't even talk to people, couldn’t lead, couldn’t be afraid of the things around me. How could I help people if I could not help myself? What’s worse is that I suffered silently. A young girl in turmoil and unable to express what is hurting her and holding her back from achieving her dreams. I wanted to be the leader, the helper, the friend, and the one to look to. Well, it took one person to change that for me. My mentor in high school, a study hall teacher, and the football coach. He was the very first teacher to ever look like me. Black and strong. He saw something in me and he took me under his wing because I had something to prove. I started with a few more friends outside of my very small circle, I started mentoring other students who were struggling academically, worked on practicing my social skills, started speaking in large groups, and started to lead. I learned that others struggle too. Maybe in different ways but we all could learn from each other. I took those skills and worked on them further in college. My social anxiety started to improve, but it still was a very real part of my life. I had never gone to therapy. I had been told by many people that it would help me, but I never really believed that talking helped. But it did. I started working on coping skills and even began taking medicine which has helped improve my life drastically. My mental health was finally being put first. I helped myself with my challenges which has helped me to become a better advocate for others. I learned more about myself than I ever have and it has made me stronger and resilient. It has taught me that I am more than my anxiety and if I could beat that, I could do anything I set my mind to. Mental health was my challenge like so many other people across the nation. Sometimes you need that one person to tell you that you are capable and I want to pay that forward to someone else. You never know what someone is going through and we all should strive to help those even those who hide in the shadows. My advice is that it gets better. You are stronger than you know. Find that strength and get the support you need because you are valuable.

I chose to pursue public health because as a black, Latinx, queer, and gender-nonconforming individual, I have had my fair share of experiencing systemic racism, homophobia, and inequality in America growing up as well as during my time as an undergraduate student. I personally sought out help from a medical professional about my need for behavioral health care. I was dealing with severe anxiety and depression. I had avoided receiving any type of help because for years I could not afford it. When I finally was able to receive government assistance, I went in to explain my concerns and I was instantly shot down by the person that was supposed to help and advocate for me. This medical professional sat there and judged me from the moment I walked in and even more so when I disclosed my gender identity and my sexuality. This is a reality for so many people. There needs to be more diverse voices to advocate for healthcare equity. More and more people are coming out as LGBTQIA+ and as our community grows more support is needed. People like me shouldn’t have to be afraid that they won’t be treated or given the same opportunity to live happy and healthy lives as their white, heterosexual, and cisgender counterparts. My interest in public health has stemmed from my various service work at Saint Xavier University. I have worked with the American Red Cross and implemented their mission and initiatives on campus. Through that experience, I was able to learn firsthand how the American Red Cross contributes to improving the health of people and their communities by promoting awareness of certain health hazards and trends that impact government policies, inform educational programs, promote research in disease and injury prevention, and supplement existing surveillance programs. In addition, I lead Spectrum Alliance, a student organization at Saint Xavier University to promote the acceptance of diversity throughout the Saint Xavier University community and provide a safe, secure environment for the members of the LGBTQIA+ community and their allies through educational and social programs on campus. This has given me valuable experience and skills in advocacy for diversity, equity, and inclusion that I will be implementing into my career. I have been very passionate in the pursuit of healthcare equity for the LGBTQIA+ community. I value helping my community. I have had the aspiration to advocate for equitable health care for marginalized communities. My career goal is to work with nonprofits and community organizations to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, working on HIV and mental health-specific services. In addition, working on policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare.

I chose to pursue public health because as a black, Latinx, queer, and gender-nonconforming individual, I have had my fair share of experiencing systemic racism, homophobia, and inequality in America growing up as well as during my time as an undergraduate student. I personally sought out help from a medical professional about my need for behavioral health care. I was dealing with severe anxiety and depression. I had avoided receiving any type of help because for years I could not afford it. When I finally was able to receive government assistance, I went in to explain my concerns and I was instantly shot down by the person that was supposed to help and advocate for me. This medical professional sat there and judged me from the moment I walked in and even more so when I disclosed my gender identity and my sexuality. This is a reality for so many people. There needs to be more diverse voices to advocate for healthcare equity. More and more people are coming out as LGBTQIA+ and as our community grows more support is needed. People like me shouldn’t have to be afraid that they won’t be treated or given the same opportunity to live happy and healthy lives as their white, heterosexual, and cisgender counterparts. My interest in public health has stemmed from my various service work at Saint Xavier University. I have worked with the American Red Cross and implemented their mission and initiatives on campus. Through that experience, I was able to learn firsthand how the American Red Cross contributes to improving the health of people and their communities by promoting awareness of certain health hazards and trends that impact government policies, inform educational programs, promote research in disease and injury prevention, and supplement existing surveillance programs. In addition, I lead Spectrum Alliance, a student organization at Saint Xavier University to promote the acceptance of diversity throughout the Saint Xavier University community and provide a safe, secure environment for the members of the LGBTQIA+ community and their allies through educational and social programs on campus. This has given me valuable experience and skills in advocacy for diversity, equity, and inclusion that I will be implementing into my career. I have been very passionate in the pursuit of healthcare equity for the LGBTQIA+ community. I value helping my community. I have had the aspiration to advocate for equitable health care for marginalized communities. My career goal is to work with nonprofits and community organizations to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, working on HIV and mental health-specific services. In addition, working on policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare.

I chose to pursue public health because as a black, Latinx, queer, and gender-nonconforming individual, I have had my fair share of experiencing systemic racism, homophobia, and inequality in America growing up as well as during my time as an undergraduate student. I personally sought out help from a medical professional about my need for behavioral health care. I was dealing with severe anxiety and depression. I had avoided receiving any type of help because for years I could not afford it. When I finally was able to receive government assistance, I went in to explain my concerns and I was instantly shot down by the person that was supposed to help and advocate for me. This medical professional sat there and judged me from the moment I walked in and even more so when I disclosed my gender identity and my sexuality. This is a reality for so many people. There needs to be more diverse voices to advocate for healthcare equity. More and more people are coming out as LGBTQIA+ and as our community grows more support is needed. People like me shouldn’t have to be afraid that they won’t be treated or given the same opportunity to live happy and healthy lives as their white, heterosexual, and cisgender counterparts. My interest in public health has stemmed from my various service work at Saint Xavier University. I have worked with the American Red Cross and implemented their mission and initiatives on campus. Through that experience, I was able to learn firsthand how the American Red Cross contributes to improving the health of people and their communities by promoting awareness of certain health hazards and trends that impact government policies, inform educational programs, promote research in disease and injury prevention, and supplement existing surveillance programs. In addition, I lead Spectrum Alliance, a student organization at Saint Xavier University to promote the acceptance of diversity throughout the Saint Xavier University community and provide a safe, secure environment for the members of the LGBTQIA+ community and their allies through educational and social programs on campus. This has given me valuable experience and skills in advocacy for diversity, equity, and inclusion that I will be implementing into my career. I have been very passionate in the pursuit of healthcare equity for the LGBTQIA+ community. I value helping my community. I have had the aspiration to advocate for equitable health care for marginalized communities. Pursuing my master’s degree will not only challenge me but will prepare me to launch a successful career. My career goal is to work with nonprofits and community organizations to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, working on HIV and mental health-specific services. In addition, working on policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare. With the money to pay off my student loans from undergraduate studies will allow me to focus on financing my master's degree in public health.

I chose to pursue public health because as a black, Latinx, queer, and gender-nonconforming individual, I have had my fair share of experiencing systemic racism, homophobia, and inequality in America growing up as well as during my time as an undergraduate student. There needs to be more diverse voices to advocate for healthcare equity. More and more people are coming out as LGBTQIA+ and as our community grows more support is needed. People like me shouldn’t have to be afraid that they won’t be treated or given the same opportunity to live happy and healthy lives as their white, heterosexual, and cisgender counterparts. My interest in public health has stemmed from my various service work at Saint Xavier University. I have worked with the American Red Cross and implemented their mission and initiatives on campus. Through that experience, I was able to learn firsthand how the American Red Cross contributes to improving the health of people and their communities by promoting awareness of certain health hazards and trends that impact government policies, inform educational programs, promote research in disease and injury prevention, and supplement existing surveillance programs. In addition, I lead Spectrum Alliance, a student organization at Saint Xavier University to promote the acceptance of diversity throughout the Saint Xavier University community and provide a safe, secure environment for the members of the LGBTQIA+ community and their allies through educational and social programs on campus. I have been very passionate in the pursuit of healthcare equity for the LGBTQIA+ community. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have stated that “The perspectives and needs of LGBT people should be routinely considered in public health efforts to improve the overall health of every person and eliminate health disparities.” Members of the LBGTQ community are also members of every community across the country. They belong in many intersectional identities including people of all races and ethnicities, all ages, and all socioeconomic statuses. There is a need for the inclusion of LGBTQ perspectives in public health efforts and initiatives. Public health entities are integral to establishing initiatives focusing on LGBTQIA+ health and issues, improving awareness, support systems, and education. Through education, advocacy, and support within communities, families, schools, various public health organizations, and healthcare providers, public health workers can be a pillar in reversing the alarming healthcare disparities faced by the LGBTQIA+ community. I am interested in the University of Minnesota because I value helping my community. I have had the aspiration to advocate for equitable health care for marginalized communities. My career goal is to work with nonprofits and community organizations to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, working on HIV and mental health-specific services. In addition, working on policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare.

I chose to pursue public health because as a black, Latinx, queer, and gender-nonconforming individual, I have had my fair share of experiencing systemic racism, homophobia, and inequality in America growing up as well as during my time as an undergraduate student. There needs to be more diverse voices to advocate for healthcare equity. More and more people are coming out as LGBTQIA+ and as our community grows more support is needed. People like me shouldn’t have to be afraid that they won’t be treated or given the same opportunity to live happy and healthy lives as their white, heterosexual, and cisgender counterparts. My interest in public health has stemmed from my various service work at Saint Xavier University. I have worked with the American Red Cross and implemented their mission and initiatives on campus. Through that experience, I was able to learn firsthand how the American Red Cross contributes to improving the health of people and their communities by promoting awareness of certain health hazards and trends that impact government policies, inform educational programs, promote research in disease and injury prevention, and supplement existing surveillance programs. In addition, I lead Spectrum Alliance, a student organization at Saint Xavier University to promote the acceptance of diversity throughout the Saint Xavier University community and provide a safe, secure environment for the members of the LGBTQIA+ community and their allies through educational and social programs on campus. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have stated that “The perspectives and needs of LGBT people should be routinely considered in public health efforts to improve the overall health of every person and eliminate health disparities.” Members of the LBGTQ community are also members of every community across the country. They belong in many intersectional identities including people of all races and ethnicities, all ages, and all socioeconomic statuses. There is a need for the inclusion of LGBTQ perspectives in public health efforts and initiatives. Public health entities are integral to establishing initiatives focusing on LGBTQIA+ health and issues, improving awareness, support systems, and education. Through education, advocacy, and support within communities, families, schools, various public health organizations, and healthcare providers, public health workers can be a pillar in reversing the alarming healthcare disparities faced by the LGBTQIA+ community. I value helping my community. I have had the aspiration to advocate for equitable health care for marginalized communities. Pursuing a master's degree will not only challenge me but will prepare me to launch a successful career. My career goal is to work with nonprofits and community organizations to implement policies to improve health outcomes in the LGBTQIA+ community. Specifically, working on HIV and mental health-specific services. In addition, working on policies to break down financial and societal barriers causes inadequate access to healthcare.