Honest Service, Accountability, Optimism
I started a life of service early. I learned to pay attention, to use my voice, and listen to others. I also learned to vote. I began to understand our country’s Democracy and saw its vision that so many Americans cherish. From mock trials of America’s founding document, the United States Constitution, to my high school career fair, I sought ways to act on this vision.
I joined the Utah Army National Guard in 2001 and studied political science at the University of Utah. I was an intern at the 2003 Utah Legislative Session for two elected members of the House of Representatives. In December of that year, my National Guard unit was activated for service to Afghanistan. While at Bagram Airfield, I practiced teamwork and leadership. I supported coalition troops and Afghan locals. I also proudly sang The Star-Spangled Banner at ceremonies. I saw the strengths and limitations of the United States military and came to understand the profound consequences of military decision-making. I returned home with these lessons firmly in mind. While continuing my education after the war, I recognized the need for support. In 2009, I started mental health therapy.
As I worked through my mental health challenges, Democratic victories provided a sense of comfort that gave way to complacency. It seemed (from a certain point of view) the system was functioning as intended. We had found our footing. In 2012, I returned to school and earned my bachelor’s degree in psychology. I worked grocery, finance, mental health, and insurance billing authorizations, as I adapted my leadership and attentiveness to help patients, customers, and colleagues.
In working with insurance companies, I learned to navigate complex policy frameworks shaped by intricate legal and regulatory language. After eight years of witnessing insurance companies deny mental health and substance abuse treatment services to people of all ages, it became evident that there was more work that we, the people, need to do.
My veteran’s status granted me medical and mental health care at the VA (thanks for paying your taxes). This is a substantial privilege. I recognized the inability of those around me to access medical and mental health care they urgently needed and deserved. I was compelled to make a defining choice to ensure my commitment to country and Democracy did not decline. I circumnavigated Wyoming, engaging in deep self-reflection. I talked to family, friends, and strangers. I found hope and connection in places like Hulett, Wyoming, and Salt Lake City, Utah. I decided it was time to give it a run.
Emotional exhaustion is widespread and not all have the energy to actively defend Democracy. I’m increasingly dissatisfied with the responses I receive from my elected representatives, and to those I’ve spoken with share my concerns. I am ready to do what every American generation has done when their dollar felt small, their stomach felt sick, and their backs were against the wall. We, the people, push back. I’m not afraid to look power in the eye and ask “Why?” I fought for freedom. I know how to put the will and needs of the people before my own. I now fight and will never stop fighting for Democracy.
