In 2016,

the last thing on my mind was heading to post-secondary education. My dream? To be a professional athlete, specifically, an accomplished equestrian in high stakes show jumping. Fate, however, had other plans. It was my mom who initially threw the idea of kinesiology into the ring, not that we fully grasped what it entailed at the time. I yearned for a career in healthcare without drowning in math, and something promising immediate job prospects and decent pay. Human kinetics emerged as the perfect fit.

After accepting a spot at Lakehead University in Thunder Bay, Ontario (a daunting 17-hour drive from my hometown), I took the plunge into academia. Yet, after a tumultuous year and a series of experiences best left unspoken, I decided to uproot and transfer to Trinity Western in British Columbia. Here in BC is where I currently reside and operate my business.

It was during my second year that the glaring reality of my chaotic state became undeniable - riddled with anxiety, depression, fatigue, and a general dissatisfaction with who I had become. Given my family's history of mental health struggles, with many resorting to medication, I was advised to follow suit. However, my wise parents cautioned me about the challenges of weaning off such medications and the potential impact on my future. Determined to find an alternative, I stumbled upon the gym.

Initially, my gym visits were solely about seeking mental solace. I wasn't fixated on squatting or deadlifting; I just craved an end to my misery. Cardio became my go-to, a simple routine of walking or running on the treadmill for 25-30 minutes. Yet, as this ritual offered a mental break and a dopamine rush, it evolved into a crucial part of my daily life.

By the second semester, I enrolled in a weight training class, a bi-weekly commitment that also demanded solo workouts. To navigate this new territory, I enlisted the help of a personal trainer. My gym attendance increased to 4-5 times a week, and applying newfound knowledge from class and training sessions turned my academic life into a thrilling experience.

Within weeks, I noticed a decline in my anxiety levels. The gym became my addiction, a place where I could finally breathe freely. Overcoming the initial struggle of feeling scrutinized by others, I gradually shed the self-consciousness that plagued my early gym days. Today, in 2023, anxiety and depression are distant memories. Occasional low days are more hormonal blips than emotional hurdles.

The gym, once a sanctuary for mental release, has transformed into a joyful space where I immerse myself in music, disconnect from my phone, indulge in spontaneous dancing, and cultivate strength.

My life is now brimming with fulfillment, self-love, and an appreciation for my body. It might sound dramatic, but the gym acted as my savior, molding me into the person I am today. However, the journey was far from instantaneous. Confidence and physique did not metamorphose overnight; it took years of unwavering dedication and hard work. Yet, every ounce of effort was worth it, and I find myself unable - and unwilling - to halt this transformative journey. The gym has become an integral part of my existence, a commitment I wouldn't dream of relinquishing.

My hope is to inspire others on their own paths to self-discovery and well-being.

With love, 

Melissa