It is said that calling is born from pain, that purpose often arises where suffering once dwelled. I have also coined this as, "pain propels purpose". My journey into the field of mental health is rooted not in theory or detached academic curiosity, but in a deeply lived reality, one marked by abandonment, trauma, resilience, and an unwavering belief in divine restoration. From an early age, I experienced the ravages of generational trauma. My childhood was marred by emotional neglect, instability, and fractured familial relationships. I learned quickly that survival required silence, adaptation, and emotional masking. What the world saw was a high-functioning, high-achieving girl, what they didn’t see were the invisible wounds of rejection, hypervigilance, and the aching void where nurturing should have been. By the age of fifteen, I had already begun exploring psychology textbooks not as a student, but as a seeker trying to name what I had endured. These early experiences left an indelible mark on my beliefs. They taught me that mental health is not a luxury, it is survival. I began to view trauma not as an isolated event, but as a thread woven through systems, generations, and spiritual identity. Faith was not handed to me easily. It was hard-won, built slowly through the cracks of broken trust and deep soul excavation. When I encountered the Scripture, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men” (Matthew 4:19), it resonated not as a distant parable but as a call to actively pursue healing, not only for myself, but for others lost in the depths of emotional and spiritual isolation. My personal healing process began in earnest during my undergraduate years. Enrolling in psychology courses with a forensics concentration, I discovered a language that could finally give structure to the chaos I had internalized. I found mentors who nurtured my curiosity and, for the first time, modeled professional empathy. Still, I wrestled privately with anxiety and depression, often triggered by unresolved childhood wounds. Counseling became a lifeline, a space where I learned that vulnerability was not weakness, but a path to wholeness. This realization fundamentally changed the way I viewed relationships. No longer did I chase perfection or performance. Instead, I learned to be present, to listen deeply, and to hold space for complexity. This evolution in my beliefs reshaped every relationship in my life. I became the emotional anchor for my younger siblings, many of whom struggled with their own trauma responses. I entered adulthood not just as a survivor, but as a guide, one who could recognize silent suffering in others and speak to it without judgment. In romantic and platonic relationships, I became more discerning, understanding that true intimacy requires mutual emotional safety. These shifts were not sudden, nor were they easy. They were earned over years of reflection, therapy, prayer, and hard conversations. Spiritually, my faith matured alongside my psychological awareness. I stopped viewing Scripture as separate from the human psyche. Instead, I began integrating faith and clinical insight into a trauma-informed understanding of God, a God who meets us in our pain, who recognizes our dissociation and defense mechanisms, and who never shames us for needing help. This theological lens now informs everything I do, from how I teach, to how I write, to how I counsel. Professionally, these lived experiences are not peripheral, they are central to my calling. After earning my M.A. in Clinical Mental Health Counseling, I committed to serving others from a place of authenticity and cultural humility. I became a clinical instructor, curriculum developer, and coach. My work focused on trauma-informed pedagogy, DEIB integration, and empowering students and clients alike to engage in the messy, sacred work of healing. I have walked beside individuals navigating homelessness, addiction, suicidal ideation, and post-traumatic stress. Not as a savior, but as a witness and facilitator of their agency. My aim has never been to “fix” others but to help them reframe and reclaim their narratives. Currently, I am pursuing my Ph.D. in Psychology, expected May 2027. This decision was not born of academic ambition alone, but of a spiritual and communal responsibility. I believe we need more scholar-practitioners who understand the layered intersections of trauma, faith, race, gender, and economic disparity. I seek to be that scholar, one who bridges the academy and the community, the clinical and the spiritual, the theoretical and the deeply personal. My research focuses on the embodiment of trauma, culturally-responsive healing frameworks, and narrative reconstruction. These are not abstract concepts for me; they are the very strategies that saved my life and continue to guide my work. The Fishers of Men-tal Health Scholarship resonates deeply with my journey. Dima Kapelkin’s legacy, one rooted in faith, service, and love, mirrors my own aspirations. I, too, am called to serve those in need, not from a pedestal, but from shared humanity. Addiction and mental illness continue to devastate communities across this nation. Nearly half of those with severe mental illness also experience substance abuse, and the ripple effects extend far beyond the individual. We need professionals who understand this, not only academically but experientially. We need professionals who are spiritually grounded, culturally competent, and emotionally present. Receiving this scholarship would not only support my doctoral journey but affirm the very path I’ve walked to get here. It would enable me to continue developing trauma-informed curricula, publish scholarship rooted in lived experience, and mentor emerging professionals navigating their own mental health challenges. More importantly, it would serve as a reminder that healing is not only possible, it is a sacred calling. In every space I occupy, as a teacher, counselor, writer, and advocate, I strive to embody the compassion, courage, and clarity I once desperately needed. My life is a testament to the power of resilience, the necessity of clinical insight, and the transformative potential of faith. I do not take lightly the call to be a “fisher of men.” It is not a metaphor to me. It is a mission. Thank you for considering my story. I am honored to be part of a community committed to serving others with both heart and skill.

Can I really be the first doctor in my family? Some days, that question feels too loud. Other days, I silence it with grit. I am a first-generation college student, chasing something no one in my family has ever touched, let alone believed was possible. However, I’ve always known I was meant to do more than survive. I want to heal. Not just people, but systems, beliefs, silence. Mental health chose me before I even knew how to name it. I grew up watching people I love carry pain in silence. Generational trauma was not discussed. Therapy was for people with money. Depression was mistaken for laziness, and anxiety was labeled weakness. We didn’t have the language, and when we did, no one listened. I’ve seen firsthand how untreated pain poisons potential. That’s why I am choosing to build a life that interrupts that cycle. I don’t want to just be a doctor. I want to be the kind of Psychologist who walks into rooms and speaks the truth no one ever had the courage to say out loud. I want to be a safe space in a world that too often ignores the emotional wounds we carry. I want to help people find their voice, their balance, their breath again. This is not easy. I still struggle. Not just with the weight of academics, but with the shadow of self-doubt. Can someone like me, raised on survival and silence, really shift the trajectory of how mental wellness is understood and respected? I think about it every time I stare at my laptop late into the night, writing papers after a full day of work. I think about it every time I sit in class feeling out of place. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop. Because every moment of resistance proves that I belong here. I carry more than a dream. I carry the weight of every person who was told they had to pray harder, stay busy, or just be strong. I carry the names of loved ones who never got the help they needed. I carry my younger self, the one who didn’t know why she felt so broken and blamed herself for it. She deserves this future. She deserves to see someone like her walk across the stage, doctorate in hand, healing in motion. This scholarship would not just relieve financial strain. It would remind me that my story matters. That mental health deserves more champions who come from lived experience, not just textbooks. I want to open clinics in underserved areas. I want to speak where silence has lived too long. I want to lead, educate, and advocate until care is no longer a privilege. I am not a finished product. I’m a fighter in process and while doubt still visits, purpose always wins.