As I embark on my journey, I reflect on the desperation for stability, the determination to be different and make a difference, and the hope of being someone worth remembering—even if it’s just to one community.
Being the youngest of five siblings has always come with its pressures. None of my siblings completed college, and this reality fueled my determination to break the cycle and make my mom proud. From a young age, she supported my entrepreneurial dreams—buying me a sewing machine for my clothing business and hair products for my hair ventures. Her encouragement taught me that success starts with having someone believe in you.
When I was 11, my mom moved from Virginia to Georgia for a fresh start, leaving me and my siblings with my father. A year later, I decided to join her in Atlanta. It was an adventure—no family, no friends—just us starting over. I poured myself into school, determined to excel. I was hard on myself, disappointed with anything less than a B, and focused solely on academics.
Our story took a difficult turn when my mom was involved in an accident with a 16-wheeler truck. She suffered neck injuries, swelling in her knees, and numbness in her legs, leaving her unable to work for two years. This forced us into a challenging financial situation. I had to give up most of my extracurricular activities to help care for her, ensuring she was okay while attending regular chiropractic appointments. With no family in Georgia, it was just the two of us.
After moving to the south side of Atlanta, my relationship with school changed. The environment was unprofessional and lacked emotional support, leaving me drained. I no longer felt like the best, and I struggled to adapt. Instead of being defeated, I took it as an opportunity to figure out who I was. Though I made friends and enjoyed going out, I felt unsatisfied. I suggested business ideas to my friends—ways we could learn new skills and create something meaningful—but I quickly realized that journey was mine alone.
I regret not participating in many high school clubs and events because I used to love school, but I found joy in working and earning my own money for the life I wanted. This led me to decide to graduate early, focusing on building stability for my future, even if it meant sacrificing some of the typical high school experience.
Later, I began to act on the passions I inherited from my mother and sister, who were both involved in hair and fashion. My mom always made sure I had the tools I needed to create, from hair products to sewing supplies. While these creative outlets allowed me to express myself, they didn’t offer the long-term stability I craved. Recognizing my love for science, my mom encouraged me to explore careers in the field. This lead me to healthcare.
That’s the gentle version of my story, my journey has also been shaped by far more loss. Shortly after moving to Georgia, I lost my oldest sister, Asha, who always looked after me as if I were her own child. Asha was the glue of our family—positive, supportive, and deeply connected to her faith. Her love for fashion and hair lives on in me, but so does her legacy of kindness and resilience. Losing her left a void that shaped my perspective on life and success.
Initially, I struggled to adapt to my new environment. I encountered people facing toxic situations, mental health challenges, and survival struggles. I, too, found myself caught in toxic cycles, needing help to navigate through them. By 10th grade, I felt overwhelmed, juggling hobbies, academic pressures, and the desire to help everyone around me. I went into panic mode, desperately trying to figure out the fastest way to achieve stability and help myself and others.
Through it all, my mom reminded me of the importance of patience. She taught me that success doesn’t come from rushing but from steady, intentional steps. With her guidance, I learned to focus on one goal at a time while cherishing my creative outlets.
This realization helped me develop interpersonal skills and a deep understanding of how to connect with and uplift others. Though I still pursue my hobbies, I’ve learned to dedicate myself to one passion and enjoy the journey as it unfolds. Losing so much taught me that life is short, and I believe in making the most of every moment.
As my economics teacher once said, “Time is our scariest resource.” With this in mind, I’m ready to begin my next chapter, using my time wisely to create a life of stability, purpose, and impact.