As a child, I lived in fear because of traumatic experiences. Starting in fifth grade, I witnessed a social worker take my cousin, from my arms, into the foster system. Afterward, I was terrified of being taken away until the end of my freshman year because I had social workers in my life. Once the social workers were gone, the fear of losing my loved ones began. During ninth grade, my mom discovered she had a spinal tumor and needed surgery. Once she recovered, I had to help her learn to walk again. Soon after, I feared losing my grandfather, my only father figure, when he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. His diagnosis caused me to become very anxious and affected my academics. Everything I went through was like a pit of fear, that