Ko Jasmine Angeau
Nō Tainui, Ngāti Ruanui, Ngāruahinerangi,
Ngā Rauruu Kiitahi, Tongareva me Inarangi au
I whānau mai au ki Te Whanganui-a-Tara
I tipu ake au ki Motukairangi
Kei Pātea nui a Turi e noho ana
Kei Tangaroa tōku tūrangawaewae
It was quite the culture shock when, four years ago in 2020, my whānau and I decided to completely uproot our lives to move from Wellington to Patea. Wellington was all that I had known; it felt like my stomping ground. Moving between Lower Hutt and the Eastern Suburbs I was well versed in all that the city could offer.
I was raised by my mum and my grandparents; the only family I knew of and had a strong connection to growing up. I felt like we were a very close knit whānau, however also recall feeling a sense of disconnection from wider whānau, not getting to see them often.
My fondest memories were centred around people; spending time with neighbourhood kids, riding our bikes, skimming rocks at the creek, playing at each other’s houses. Those were the good days; memories of a carefree and simple life remind me to keep being playful and having fun as an adult.
Tangaroa has always been a significant part of my life, my connection to water has continued to help me navigate my journey and provide a sense of grounding like nothing else does.
I have always been a driven, highly motivated person. From as young as I can remember I took a lot of responsibility for myself and for my own needs, making for quite an independent person now. I loved learning (and still do!). I would assert myself to everything I did and often, through a lot of hard mahi, get good grades and be recognised for this.
I also loved performing and being creative and throughout schooling was often seen participating in musical theatre, drama, and art. In year 13, I became the Arts’ Prefect for my college. I thought I would go forth and pursue a career in Performing Arts. All that changed when my mental health took a turn.
Home life was not great, so after my last year of school and moved in with my mentors through my church community, a husband and wife who had two tamariki. I found myself a job, working as an Education Support Worker to help support this change.
I tried university but left after one year as seldom felt supported, and more like a number than an individual. I started to notice myself slowly isolating and retreating from the outside world, with no sense of direction or purpose, unmotivated to participate in daily life.
Luckily a mentor and friend who knew my potential challenged me not to let it go to waste! She worked in early childhood education and offered me a relief teaching role. I knew I did not want to do it forever, but I also knew I had to do something with my life!
So I took on some work, which turned into permanent work, and led me to do a Bachelor in Early Childhood Education. I started to thrive because I felt connected and supported by the communities I was involved in.