Falling Apart
After competing in 2022, my grandfather, who I was very close with, passed away. That fall marked the beginning of my first real descent into mental health struggles. Panic attacks landed me in the hospital, and PTSD from finding one of my best friends dead from a fentanyl overdose started to take hold. I had spent years outrunning my trauma, and finally, it caught up with me.
From the outside, I had all the makings of someone who “looks successful.” But inside, I was falling apart.