My journey through mental health and recovery has been one of pain, resilience, and transformation. For years, I lived in silence, battling battles that no one could see. I was diagnosed with ADHD in college, after failing out twice and struggling to understand why I could not seem to meet the expectations that others and I had for myself. On the surface, I appeared strong, driven, and independent. But beneath that exterior was exhaustion, confusion, and a deep sense of shame that I couldn’t just “get it together.”
Growing up in a Black family where mental health was often dismissed or misunderstood, I learned early that strength meant silence. You didn’t talk about anxiety. You didn’t mention depression. You definitely didn’t admit you needed help. When I started failing classes and isolating myself, it wasn’t seen as a symptom; it was seen as a weakness. The pressure to be the “successful one” in the family made it even harder to ask for help. I carried my pain quietly, and that silence began to consume me.
During my early college years, I lost several family members within a short span of time. Grief, combined with untreated ADHD and anxiety, became unbearable. I started drinking to cope, to quiet my thoughts, to numb my emotions, and to feel something that wasn’t sadness or fear. At first, it seemed to help me manage, but soon it controlled me. My grades plummeted, my relationships suffered, and I lost the sense of purpose that once guided me.
The turning point came when I realized I was losing myself. I was tired of pretending to be okay. I sought help, hesitantly at first, through therapy, and eventually found a psychiatrist who diagnosed me with ADHD and major depressive disorder. For the first time, I understood that my struggles weren’t moral failings or laziness—they were treatable conditions that required compassion, structure, and care. That realization saved my life.
Recovery wasn’t instant. It was a process of trial, error, and patience. I had to rebuild my relationship with myself piece by piece. I began to attend therapy regularly, learned coping techniques like mindfulness and journaling, and surrounded myself with people who valued honesty over perfection. I also began my sobriety journey, recognizing that healing required both mental clarity and spiritual renewal. Through prayer, support groups, and community, I found purpose again.
Returning to higher education after my diagnosis was a leap of faith. I eventually enrolled at Howard University’s School of Social Work for my master’s degree, determined to turn my pain into purpose. The same experiences that once broke me became the foundation for my academic and personal growth. I learned to advocate for myself, to use accommodations that supported my learning needs, and to build a balance between structure and grace.
Now, as a Ph.D. student at Howard University, I am continuing that work at a higher level. Graduate school brings new challenges financial stress, academic rigor, and the pressure to perform—but I approach them differently now. I manage my ADHD with medication and behavioral strategies, maintain my mental health through therapy and support networks, and stay grounded in faith. My recovery plan involves regular therapy sessions, medication management, support group participation, and a commitment to rest and spiritual reflection. I also keep an open dialogue with my healthcare providers both in D.C. and in Texas, ensuring continuity of care.
My academic and career goals are rooted in advocacy. I want to develop community-based programs that bridge gaps between mental health, disability access, and cultural understanding. As someone who has lived through mental illness and recovery, I bring empathy and authenticity to my work. My vision is to create trauma-informed spaces where others, especially people of color and Deaf or Hard-of-hearing individuals, can heal without stigma.
This journey has taught me that recovery is not about perfection; it’s about persistence. It’s about getting up even when your body and mind tell you not to. It’s about believing that you are worthy of care and that your story can help someone else keep going. Every challenge I’ve faced has deepened my compassion and strengthened my resolve to make mental health care more accessible, equitable, and inclusive.
I am still healing, still learning, and still growing. But today, I am proud of the woman I’ve become a scholar, an advocate, and a survivor. My journey through mental health and recovery has not been easy, but it has shaped me into someone who leads with empathy, fights with faith, and lives with purpose.