Brian J Boley Memorial Scholarship

For as long as I can remember, I have struggled with my mental health. I have always felt like something was broken inside me and that I would never be able to fix it. How does one undo childhood trauma? I am not sure that I can, but if I never heard my dad be killed, I probably would not currently be on antidepressants. If I had not been sexually assaulted as a kid by my family members, maybe I would not need Buspirone for my anxiety. If my mom did not punish me for crying, maybe I would be better at regulating my emotions. Unfortunately, I cannot change the past. I felt so alone growing up, which is ironic because physically I had no space. The house my family lived in was simply too small for all of us. There was a point in my life though, that I realized that despite my past, I am still responsible for my future. I know what it is like to be hopeless. I always saw the world through black and white lenses, and I do not want people like me to grow up seeing the world as a game that they have been sentenced to lose. I started my journey by majoring in Psychology. My family tried to get me to change it, as they do not view mental health as a serious issue, but they failed to change my mind. My goal is to be the voice for those who have had theirs stolen. My goal is to help people feel safe inside their minds and their bodies, because I understand. I understand what it is like to be unheard. I am a published author of a book titled “During the Storm” which features poems that I have written to help me express myself. When writing these poems, I had no intention of publishing them because they were for me, and for my therapist to understand my thoughts. Then I realized that sharing my raw emotions would make others know that they are not alone and that their feelings are normal. I want people to feel understood. I am also a psychology major currently set to graduate next spring. My goal is to join the low percentage of black mental health professionals in the United States. Unfortunately, mental health and mental illness are not taken as seriously as they should be in the black community, and that needs to change. “Be the change that you would like to see in the world,” is one of my favorite quotes, because I agree. It makes no sense to stand around and wait for change when you can start working towards that change. I am currently a part of my campus suicide prevention initiative and I am also currently planning on getting an organization called NAMI- National Alliance on Mental Illness, started on my university campus, as I think that will be another safe space for my peers. I want them to know now that their mental health is important before they go out into a world that will tell them otherwise. Everything that I am doing now is setting the foundation for change, and hopefully, with my psychology degree, I can go on to further educate myself to assist my people on our healing journey as we heal as a race from generational trauma. The change starts now.

My life is calling. Even with the pain endured, I continue to move forward. I have learned to love the good in life, to laugh and to find freedom in the light. Before high school, I had no personal experiences with mental health issues. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I began to feel isolated and became withdrawn. This was not a feeling that I had been accustomed to. I was always an outgoing and very social person. It was clear to me that something was very different but I was still unsure of the severity. Suddenly, school became a challenge for me and lack of motivation became an issue. My focus was nearly impossible for academics when previously I had been a strong student with all A’s. I am fortunate to have involved parents and they quickly realized that something was wrong. My mental health journey began here, when we sought assistance from a society with a very broken system. Things progressed, as we waited months to be seen by medical professionals. Finally, I was evaluated by a neuropsychologist and given the diagnosis of Major Depressive Disorder and Anxiety. I began therapy sessions and eventually met with a psychiatrist so that I could begin taking medication. There were times when I felt like nothing mattered and I thought those who loved me would be better off without me. Through counseling with my therapist, along with hard work, I’ve learned that I can be strong enough to push through these dark, challenging times. No one deserves to feel that kind of pain. I believe that everyone has a purpose on this Earth and we are here for a reason. I don’t want anyone to ever feel as if they aren’t enough or that there is no reason to fight and push forward. My goal for the future is to teach people that they are not defined solely by the darkness in their lives. We are so much more! In the future, I hope to contribute to positive changes in this healthcare system, as well as be someone who people can trust, while helping them to find hope in their journey. As I began to search out college and career choices, it became clear to me that this experience guided me to determine my future aspirations. I now know that I would like to major in psychology. There is a need for change. There cannot be a divide between the mind and the body. If there is a lack of education and awareness, there will always be misperceptions about mental health. Programs and policies need to place mental health as a priority in all communities. Care could be available in schools at a young age, not just in doctors’ offices. Pathways to help need to be easily identified and accessible to all. Mental health is a battle that no one should have to face alone. I want the opportunity to guide people to see the beauty in life again. I want them to know that the pain and the darkness don’t last forever. My goal is to offer them a safe place to open up about their problems and to assist them to overcome these battles in life. I truly believe that helping people is what I am meant to do. Our time here on Earth is so valuable and everyone deserves to find happiness. My role will be to teach them how to navigate through the turmoil and to find the light that shines within themselves.

Throughout my life, I have struggled with autism, ADHD, unspecified mood disorder, depression, and anxiety. Coming to high school, I struggled to voice my growing emotional concerns to my doctors and loved ones. I became increasingly more dissociated from my emotions and the people around me, and worried that if I felt nothing for anything or anyone I would unwittingly harm people I was close to. Additionally, if my circumstances were left unaddressed how could I be expected to find motivation for long-term goals such as college and a career? However, despite my best efforts, no one understood what i was trying to say. The experience of going unheard by my support system and psychiatrist led me to begin self-medicating as early as 9th grade. Throughout 9th grade, I experimented with substances including marijuana, LSD, and mushrooms. Initially, I saw these substances as "a way to have fun." However, by 10th and 11th grade I began to hear myself saying things like "I COULD stop if I really wanted to, but I just don't want to right now. What's the point?" while sitting across from my 'friends' while on a heavy dose of mushrooms. Over time, I began to realize that while I had no physical addiction to the drugs, I instead developed an emotional dependency. There was no way to have fun with friends if there wasn't at least one joint to pass around. In the end, the dull emotional state I sought to avoid was only being worsened by my substance abuse. By 11th grade, I began to despair over my situation. I began to tell myself “I’ll be clean now,” only to then decide to “have fun one more time.” This sent me tumbling back into usage within weeks time and time again. I frequently got high and immediately regretted it. Trip anxiety tormented me. Every time I smoked, I spent long hours discussing how much I didn't want to do drugs anymore. Yet within weeks I would be right back at it. I cannot pinpoint any particular moment where I finally set things right with myself. It was like I woke up one day and rather than constantly and actively resisting a compulsion, I simply had no DESIRE to do drugs. I can't imagine where I would be right now without that moment. As I'm writing this I have been drug-free for 1 year and 2 months. However, this isn’t a cookie-cutter happy ending. I still struggle with my mental health. The same issues I faced in freshman year plague me to this day. Every waking moment feels like a constant active effort just to exist and yet I still don't turn to drugs. When I wake up feeling like there's no reason to leave my bed, or when that voice in my mind whispers “Just one hit wouldn't hurt,” I strive to remember one simple fact. As a child psychiatrist, working 8 hours a day, 6 days a week, means 48 one-hour sessions a week. That comes out to 192 opportunities a month for a kid who's struggling to talk to someone who understands what they're going through just a little bit more than anyone else they've ever talked to. That's 192 chances for me to help someone in need. That is where I’ve found my motivation. I hope to pursue pre-medicine or psychology after graduation, with my end goal to be a psychiatrist specializing in children and adolescents. This scholarship would greatly support me in my endeavors to make a difference in the lives of those who are struggling with mental illness or addiction.