There are moments in life that feel almost too surreal to put into words β moments where the weight of your journey crashes into the present and leaves you breathless. Defending my dissertation and earning my PhD is one of those moments.

I started this road with an 8th grade education. I was a teen navigating trauma, survival, and circumstances that didnβt exactly pave the way to higher education. College wasnβt a conversation in my world back then β survival was. And yet, here I am, holding a title I never even dreamed of because dreaming didnβt feel like a luxury I had.
Getting my PhD wasnβt just about earning a degree. It was about reclaiming power β not just mine, but for every survivor who has been told they wouldnβt make it, who has had their voice silenced, who has been underestimated or dismissed. It was about proving that lived experience is not a limitation β itβs a strength. It’s evidence of resilience, grit, and an inner fire that refuses to die.
My research focused on, βhow first responders’ responses to sexual assault survivors shape their long-term healing and cooperation in the justice processβ. But more than just data and theory, my work is rooted in real people, real pain, and real healing. I didnβt come this far to keep the knowledge to myself.
I plan to use this degree as a tool β not a trophy. My goal is to create space, lift voices, and push for changes that make things better for survivors like me. Whether it’s through training first responders, shaping policy, educating others, or mentoring survivors who want to reclaim their own power, Iβm here for all of it.
If youβre reading this and youβre in a dark place, wondering if thereβs any light at the end β this is your reminder that healing is not only possible, itβs powerful. You are not broken. You are becoming.
From 8th grade dropout to PhD.
From survivor to scholar.
From silence to strength.
This is only the beginning.

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