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Taylor Swift's album "1989" holds a special place in my heart, and among its mesmerizing melodies, the closing track, "Clean," resonates with me the most. During my lowest times, I found solace in this song, which was significant in my recovery from self-harm. "Clean" is not just a song to me; it is a testament to the power of music as a catalyst for personal transformation and growth. The hauntingly beautiful lyrics of "Clean" encapsulate the emotions I experienced throughout my recovery journey. Taylor Swift's words perfectly capture the arduous process of shedding old habits and emerging from the darkness into a place of renewal and self-discovery. The song's gentle melodies and heartfelt vocals create a safe space where I can reflect on my own experiences, reminding me that I am not alone. During my darkest moments, self-harm became my misguided coping mechanism. It was an endless cycle of pain and despair, leaving me feeling trapped and helpless. However, "Clean" was a guiding light during this turbulent period, helping me realize that healing was possible and that I possessed the strength to break free from this destructive cycle. The opening lines of the song, "The drought was the very worst when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst," resonate deeply with me. It reminds me of the isolation and desolation I felt during my journey toward recovery. Like a barren wasteland, my life lacked the vibrancy it once had. But as Taylor Swift sings, "Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe," I found hope amid my struggles. The chorus of "Clean" encapsulates the immense relief of overcoming adversity. As the lyrics go, "Rain came pouring down, now I'm clean. I think I'm finally clean." This powerful refrain evokes a sense of liberation and rebirth. It reminds me of the moment I realized I was no longer defined by my past struggles but was instead embracing a future filled with hope and self-acceptance. Furthermore, the symbolism in "Clean" resonates deeply with me. The imagery of water and rain, often associated with cleansing and renewal, aligns perfectly with my journey. It reflects the process of washing away the pain, guilt, and shame I carried within me. The song reminds me that I have the strength to rise above my past and create a brighter future for myself. In conclusion, Taylor Swift's "Clean" holds a special place in my heart. As a freshman in college, I found solace, inspiration, and healing in this powerful song. Its lyrics beautifully encapsulate the journey of shedding old habits and emerging into a state of emotional liberation. Through its poignant melodies and heartfelt lyrics, "Clean" empowered me to confront my struggles and find the strength to overcome them. It served as a constant reminder that healing is possible and that I am capable of building a future that is defined by hope and self-love. Taylor Swift's "Clean" is not just my favorite song; it is a testament to the transformative power of music in helping us navigate the most challenging moments of our lives.

In 2019, I faced one of the most challenging battles of my life - an eating disorder. However, through sheer determination, resilience, and the support of my loved ones, I managed to overcome this struggle. This experience, coupled with a lifelong battle with depression and anxiety, has significantly shaped my goals, relationships, and understanding of the world. As I embark on my journey to attend my state's best culinary school and pursue a degree in psychology, I am driven by a profound desire to utilize my personal experiences to help others who are fighting similar battles. Surviving an eating disorder has fundamentally shaped my perspective on life. Through this experience, I have gained firsthand knowledge of the strength of the human spirit and the capacity for personal growth. I have come to understand the importance of self-compassion, self-acceptance, and the need to break free from societal expectations and ideals. My journey has inspired me to embrace an authentic and holistic approach to wellness that encompasses both physical and mental health. Choosing to pursue my passion for psychology at the top school in Rhode Island for culinary arts has been a deeply personal decision. Food has always been a source of solace and joy for me, and during my recovery, it played a crucial role in my healing process. I discovered that cooking and creating nourishing meals not only helped me rebuild a healthy relationship with food but also became a form of therapy. Attending my state's best culinary school will enable me to cultivate my culinary skills, deepen my understanding of food as a healing force, and explore the vital link between nutrition and mental well-being. In addition to my culinary pursuits, I am also pursuing a degree in psychology. This choice is rooted in my deep desire to provide support and understanding to individuals struggling with mental health issues. Having experienced the debilitating effects of depression and anxiety firsthand, I am acutely aware of the stigma surrounding mental health and the dire need for empathetic professionals in the field. My goal is to merge my culinary expertise with psychological knowledge to develop innovative and holistic approaches to mental health care. My journey with mental health has taught me the value of cultivating meaningful connections. Throughout my recovery, the unwavering support and understanding of my loved ones were pivotal in my healing process. Recognizing the power of relationships in mental health, I am committed to fostering compassionate and supportive connections with individuals who are going through similar struggles. By sharing my story and being a listening ear, I hope to inspire hope, promote understanding, and break down the barriers that prevent open conversations about mental health. My experience with mental health has profoundly shaped my goals, relationships, and understanding of the world. Overcoming an eating disorder and battling depression and anxiety have not only instilled in me an unwavering resilience but also ignited a passion to help others in their journey toward mental well-being. By pursuing a dual path of culinary arts and psychology, I aspire to combine the healing power of food with empathetic support to contribute meaningfully to the field of mental health. This scholarship would provide me with the means to pursue my education and empower me to make a lasting impact on the lives of individuals struggling with mental health issues. Together, let us create a world where compassion, understanding, and healing prevail.

I have talked myself off the edge too many times to make this life not count for something. I was fourteen years old the first time I felt like I needed to do something drastic, something detrimental. When you're that young, there aren't enough chances to see the world for what it is. Everything the world has to offer seems like it could fit into the shoebox in the back of my closet. That is all to say that I started off having no perspective, no frame of reference, to what the world could open up and become. After my first experience in a mental health facility, the idea that this was it kept eating at me. Would I always be like this? Would the walls continue to close in on me? Could I get out? All were questions that I had no answer to but carried all the weight of them. I wanted to break out of the life I had made for myself, or maybe I just wanted a break; whichever it was, I needed it just as badly as I wanted it. I changed schools after receiving treatment, and it opened doors, physically and metaphorically, to new places. I started to work with the local community branch of Planned Parenthood as a member of their student group titled, Students Teaching About Responsible Sexuality, and it lit a fire in my belly. Little by little, the 1,545 square mile state I had lived in my whole life opened up. My world was growing. I was now meeting with underprivileged groups and handing out resources that were previously inaccessible without our support. Each interaction I had changed the way I saw people. We aren't individuals on a hierarchy instead we are grouped by many different characteristics. I just happened to be someone who was in a group that had more privilege than others. When I realized this, It opened me up once more to the world and the role I play in it. My world was becoming more expansive every day. Then I received an opportunity to work with a younger cohort of STARS, where we paired up. My mentee was around the same age I was when I began my work with Planned Parenthood, and I could see myself in them. Suddenly the world was small again, I was talking to someone who was telling me everything I said when I was in their position. That's when I realized the magic of volunteering: community. I went from feeling like I was a spec of dust hanging on to this spinning planet we call home to knowing I have a place, and that place can be whatever I make of it. My mentee struggled with the same feelings of being lost as I did; the difference was that they had someone; they had me. I made it my mission to be the person I wished I had growing up and to be that person for others. I would say that volunteering has changed my mindset by allowing me to gain perspective and have it change with each new experience I am a part of. I am now someone who needs financial support to continue my education, but I don't see that as a setback. Instead, I see it as an opportunity to present myself to others and show them what I am capable of. I can see now that despite my need for financial assistance, I am still a capable and successful student. It would be an honor to receive this scholarship. Thank you for listening to my story.

I haven't always been a healthy person. During the pandemic, I ate nothing but microwavable meals and I wasn't leaving my house at all. It felt like all I had was myself but I still wasn't taking care of myself. It was hard to transition from my life before the pandemic to the life I had to live after. I still hold my breath for a second when entering a crowded room. The summer before my senior year of high school, I decided that nothing was going to change until I did. I had to learn that it's okay to put yourself out there and embrace what happens next; that rejection is as valid as acceptance because at least I tried. During the school year, I practice balance. I have a planner to track my assignments and lectures, but I also use it to plan dinners and events with friends. I learned that I love to cook, but sometimes microwave ramen hits the spot better than any homecooked meal could. Instead of going to the gym alone, which causes me a lot of stress, I've started bringing a friend to make it fun for me. The biggest difference is that I know I'm not perfect. I'm not the perfect student, employee, or person. I'm not perfect, and that's perfectly fine because I can just be myself. I maintain a healthy mind, body, and soul through the challenges I face in school by understanding that my needs are going to be different and evolve depending on the situation. I've started treating myself with compassion and being kinder with my actions. I take breaks when I need them because I know that my body will make me take one if I don't. My perfectionist's brain tries to take over my relaxed brain when I work too hard to make everything perfect. It's amazing to be on your game at all times but being perfect is unsustainable. What's the point of reaching the top if you aren't happy about it? If I'm thriving in one area of my life, I don't have to be failing in another. I can exist as many things at once and still be successful. I take mental health breaks. I pack lunch every day and extra snacks for longer ones. I walk between classes instead of taking a ride share home. I am more thoughtful with each decision I make now. Not in an overanalytical way but in a way that shows I care about myself and my overall health. I plan to continue this long after I graduate college but for now, I can use what I've learned to help me. Even when my breath catches as I enter a room.

How many times have you had the chance to reinvent yourself? There aren't many opportunities knocking at the door that allow you to enter a new era of yourself, especially as you get older. That, to me, is the most exciting part of college. It's not the new people I hope to meet or the interesting classes I'll take but the idea that I can enter as an unapologetic version of myself without fear of judgment. My home state of Rhode Island is so small that my middle school, high school, and college are each a street away from each other. This has caused me to worry about if I still have room to grow here, and if there's anywhere I can go from here. That's the ironic spin on the feeling of excitement is that it goes hand in hand with fear, and they both come along with the unknown. In the past I've had self-esteem issues due to a life-long battle with mental illness, and school seemed to amplify that. It was often easier to stay home than to eat lunch alone or go all day without anyone saying hi to me. I became reserved, and because I felt so alone, I isolated myself even further. It was a vicious cycle, and it felt like it had no end in sight. During the pandemic, I was at my worst. I wasn't healthy, I wasn't happy, and I had no hope for any of that to change anytime soon. To be completely honest, I was right. At the time, I thought there was this magical answer; the end all-be all to my problems. It wasn't until I was at my lowest that I saw the way out, and it was through. The summer before my senior year of high school, I decided that nothing was going to change until I did. I had to learn that it's okay to put yourself out there and embrace what happens next; that rejection is as valid as acceptance because at least I tried. During the school year, I practice balance. I have a planner to track my assignments and lectures, but I also use it to plan dinners and events with friends. I learned that I love to cook, but sometimes microwave ramen hits the spot better than any homecooked meal could. The biggest difference is that I know I'm not perfect. I'm not the perfect student, employee, or person. I'm not perfect, and that's perfectly fine because I can just be me. I maintain a healthy mind, body, and soul through the challenges I face in school by understanding that my needs are going to be different and evolve depending on the situation. I've started treating myself with compassion and being kinder with my actions. That's why declaring yourself a new person and walking into a new school is so exciting. I want people to meet this version of me and become kinder to themselves. We all need a reminder that we can be whomever we want. I know now that there is room for me to grow here, and growing up may mean growing in.