Growing up in the Dominican Republic, my childhood was shaped by a vibrant culture of resilience, but also by the shadows of poverty and emotional turmoil. As the oldest of five siblings, I often took on the role of caregiver, balancing schoolwork with the responsibility of looking after my younger brothers and sisters. My mother, though loving, set expectations that felt suffocating, leaving me isolated and burdened by pressure. This emotional strain impacted my health, leading to an emergency appendectomy at a young age. Despite her love, I struggled to understand why I always felt like I wasn’t enough.
I battled feelings of worthlessness and fear, especially toward men, but didn’t understand why these emotions haunted me. It was only years later, through a conversation with my grandmother, that the truth about my early trauma emerged. These painful memories, which I had buried deep within me, explained the confusion and emotional turmoil I’d carried for so long. As I began to process this truth, I also started a journey of healing, learning to embrace self-love. This revelation has been a powerful part of my personal growth, leading me to pursue a career in mental health counseling so I can help others overcome their own struggles.
When I moved to the U.S., I hoped for a fresh start. But my father’s rigid control and emotional neglect continued to overshadow my dreams. At home, I felt isolated, unseen, and unsupported. School, on the other hand, became my refuge—a place where I could be myself. Yet even there, I faced bullying for my accent and quiet nature, deepening my sense of loneliness. Despite this, I found strength in my studies, earning honors, maintaining a 4.2 GPA, and achieving leadership roles, even though my father did not acknowledge or support my accomplishments. My brother turned to substances to cope, while I sought solace in dance. But my father took that away from me too, stripping me of my only means of self-expression and joy.
There were many nights when I cried, wondering why my life had to be so hard. The abuse and neglect I faced at home, coupled with my father's harsh punishments, left me feeling like I wasn’t worthy of love or care. Yet, through it all, I somehow found the strength to keep going. Even during my darkest moments, when I struggled with suicidal thoughts, I held on to the belief that I was meant for something more.
In college, I was introduced to a new world of opportunities—and new challenges. Financial difficulties and the pressures of adult life felt overwhelming, but they also marked the beginning of my healing. I started therapy, which helped me build emotional resilience. And, unexpectedly, I found a passion for psychology. At first, I doubted myself, unsure if I was capable of pursuing it. But taking that first step into a Psychology 101 class changed everything. It was there that I realized my calling: to help others who had experienced pain and trauma like I had.
As a first-generation student, my path was filled with obstacles, but my identity as an Afro-Latina, immigrant, and transgender woman has only strengthened my resolve. My struggles with prejudice, poverty, and rejection have deepened my empathy, teaching me what it means to face adversity and persevere. Through these experiences, I’ve come to understand that mental health is essential—not just for survival, but for thriving. I’ve learned that healing comes from within, and I am driven to help others find their way to healing as well.
My work in the mental health field has been deeply meaningful. As a Registered Behavior Technician, I had the privilege of working with children on the autism spectrum, helping them find their voices and build essential skills. As a Psychiatric Technologist, I supported individuals facing mental health challenges, offering a space for self-expression and creativity. Each experience deepened my commitment to mental health advocacy and reinforced my belief that everyone deserves to feel valued and understood.
Through my role as a Clinical Mental Health Interpreter Intern, I’ve had the chance to engage with the community, organizing service events and advocating for those who are often overlooked. These experiences have prepared me to become a compassionate therapist who not only helps people heal, but who also creates a safe, welcoming space for those who feel marginalized.
I am passionate about advocating for equitable access to mental health services, especially for minority communities. My long-term goal is to establish a non-profit organization that provides mental health resources to underserved populations, creating a space where individuals can heal, thrive, and feel seen.
Every step of my journey, from the hardships of my childhood to the challenges of adulthood, has shaped me into the person I am today. I am driven by the belief that mental health is a right, not a privilege, and I am committed to making that a reality for others. Through this graduate program, I hope to gain the knowledge and skills to be the counselor I’ve always needed—someone who listens with empathy, advocates with passion, and fosters healing with love.