In April of 2012, 8 months after leaving home to come to school, my mother lost a battle to lung cancer. I had struggled with depression prior to coming to school, but the onset that I experienced after her death was monumental and I was totally lost in my own negative coping strategies. I moved to Utah because I liked to ski, but I found myself on the ski hill counting the minutes til I could just go home and sulk.
Being on a board used to clear my mind of everything negative and allow me time to be free of thoughts except for me and the board I'm riding. I rediscovered that through downhilling and freeriding. Longboarding saves me every single day. It encourages me to live in the present instead of spending my time thinking about the past.