Once upon a time, there was a curious little girl. This magical child saw herself as special and loved herself. As she grew older, that confidence and spontaneity disappeared. This magical child no longer felt good enough or worthy. The next few years became The Dark Years.
I arrived at Spring Ridge Academy at 17, very much stuck inside the mind of a younger version of myself. I was lost, disconnected from the world, filled with self-hatred, and ready to give up.
Dear Stranger: You don’t know much about me. Hey, I don’t know much about you. But please understand that I don’t care what you’ve done.
When I was around the age of 17 I was in a state of crisis. I isolated myself from the world, secluded from my parents, my friends and even myself. I was in my second semester of my junior year of high school when, out of severe concern, my parents decided to send me to Spring Ridge Academy.
I’d like to start off today’s celebration by posing a question … What is education? Is it having a 4.0 GPA in high school? Is it getting a college degree from an Ivy League school? Or is it becoming a brain surgeon?
Every day of the past 16 months, I’ve been striving to live a meaningful life. At times I’ve doubted myself, but I’ve never lost sight of that light shining bright somewhere in the distance.