The most important relationship in my life has always been between me and land. I have dedicated my life to my conservation work.
I was diagnosed with O.C.D. when I was 5. My life was cosumed by a constant fear of death which could only be prevented by repetitiously performing irrational rituals. One of my earliest memories is sitting in my kindergarten classroom painfully watching blood run from the cracking in my skin down my hands red and inflamed from washing my hands for hours a day.
The only time I felt any relief from my problems was when I was in the woods. In any patch of dirt and timber I felt the same sensation of comfort and connection one feels from the love of a loyal dog. Amongst the forest’s flora and fauna, I felt companionship, and found a community I felt a part of.
As I grew older my mental health improved. I now look back at that time through a positive lens. I see how the experience helped shaped my character, inspired a lifelong friendship with the earth, and instilled within me a since of duty, to serve and be a voice for a land that cannot speak.