A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it. The nurses exchanged concerned looks. I would see those same eyes in my aunt when she visited me in the ICU, but the difference is that one look was worried for possible neck injury, and the latter was telling the news of my father’s death.
During my Junior Year of high school, I fell into an immense state of depression and was diagnosed with anxiety and attention deficit disorder. Anxiety destroyed my confidence and morphed minor problems into mountains that I dared not climb. My inability to focus and lack of energy further enlarged my issues, and impaired my belief that I could overcome this challenging time. Being a first generation Latina, stigma revolving mental health in our community made it difficult for my parents to understand how depression and anxiety impairs one 's ability to function. Because I refused to seek help, I lost all resilience and motivation to strive forward, and as a result, my grades and relationships suffered tremendously. This destructive path that
While Santiago was on the quest to find his Personal Legend, he began to forge a close relationship with a caravan driver that was taking him to an oasis. The caravan driver did not look like much, but he had proven to be a very wise man that has much wisdom to offer. During their voyage, tribe wars had begun to take place and everyone seemed to be worried about it except for this driver. Santiago had asked why this was so, and the caravan driver had responded that he does not think about the past, and he does not worry about the future. Instead, he only thinks about what is happening right in front of him and that by doing so he had found the key to his happiness. He also went on to explain how you can not change your past, nor can you change your future. However, if you take your time and live in the moment, only then will you truly live your life. Santiago, who only thinks about his future, learned that the caravan driver’s wisdom is true.
My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation.
“I will miss everyone” were my last words before I get in the car, a sunday at 6:30 pm it was a very sad moment I didn 't have idea about when I was going to come again. The only thing I knew was that I was going to miss everyone and everything. But, I also knew that it was all for a better future and a better life.
I would like to start off by telling you a little about myself. I grew up in an upper middle class family. Never saw a financial struggle or empty fridge. I was always popular in school and played sports. My 10th grade year of high school I struggled with mental health, all stemming from my father’s unfaithfulness to my mother and low self-esteem from borderline obesity. I kept things from my mom that no child should ever have to deal with. The day she found out the guilt flooded threw my mind, impossible to
Growing up, nothing had inspired me more than having my mother dress me up nicely every day to go to school. In the meantime, I did not comprehend the importance of going to school, until I left middle school and started in high school. Besides that, my modest childhood, my success in high school opened my eyes, and my graduation from high school inspired me to start college.
“Life is a drama full of tragedy and comedy. You should learn to enjoy the comic episodes a little more.” The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls has very important life lessons that will teach you to laugh at your tragedies sometimes. The most important lessons are that struggle makes you unique, you either sink or swim, and sometimes crisis makes you realize your potential. In the memoir, you will learn these and accept them. There will be a lot of struggles thrown your way, but you will find a way to get through it and realize it makes you who you are.
My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
Esch in Salvage the Bones, by Samantha Grey, could have prevented getting pregnant, but she could not prevent the hurricane. I could have prevented eating edibles of marijuana, but I could not prevent developing an anxiety disorder. I’ve associated my events with edibles to my anxiety disorder because I had not developed it until after my experience. After my first semester had ended at Xavier, it was now winter break. I was very excited to be back home and see all my friends that had gone off to college and come back. It was not but a few days after I landed in California that I spent the day with my best friend. My best friend decided to invite her current eye candy, my ex-girlfriend and I to spend the night and catch up. We were all very
I had one defining experience that really showed my transition from childhood to adult hood. I had the fantastic opportunity to participate in a residential high school, the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities, and the first year I had attended this school was my junior year. Going there I had known what I was required of both academically and artistically because I had already attended both of the summer intensives that they provided for my vocal performance. But my junior year is when I had experienced this change into my adult life and when I had left behind my childhood.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention. It took me about 2 years to find myself and know where I belonged. My behavior has improved, I know how and when to approach people. I’m also more involved with my education and I make goals for myself. I’m done having
A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one. Just the thought of not knowing what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life made the last little bit of my senior year, very stressful. I then found out that not knowing and being undecided was perfectly okay and I was ready to begin my freshman year at Saint Petersburg College.
One peaceful day my friend Tom was playing with me. a normal day, a quiet day. We were getting bored so we decided to play Star Wars. It quickly became a fun time bounding around picturing droidicons and battle droids with warships overhead. "come on! more droids are coming!" I shouted to Tom. "don't worry, I just sliced like 20!" he replied. We continue to fight the imaginary robots with our lightsabers and fly starships for the rest of recess. Me and Tom would always play games like this. Whether we would fight Sith lords or bring The Joker to justice, we always had a lively time. I believed it would last forever. It was yet another day, a windy day. I soon found myself alone, Tom was playing with some new friends he had. They like Pokemon, and I
Throughout the majority of my life I feel that my insecurities are what held me back and make my story relate to the Exodus story. Ever since I was young I was never the girl who had the most friends, someone who was very talkative, or someone who was the most social. I was always seen as the lonely girl who walked the halls by herself, or as the girl without friends. The reasoning behind this is, like today I am always stuck in my own head. I am enslaved by the thought and idea of what others think of me and how the world perceives me. Every day I would go to school and just go through the same motions, trying to get through one day after another. Hoping that the day would be better than the last. When my dad would drop me off at school he would always tell me to “make new friends”, but in my head I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. Due to my personal insecurities I would always close myself off from others and not be my true self. I felt that if I were to change it was too late because the lonely girl was now my image. This relates to the Exodus story because, like the Israelites enslaved to the Egyptians, I was enslaved by my fear of others and what change could bring. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized I had this problem. I was either watching a movie or television show when I finally began to realize what I really wanted in life and that was to be happy. Although the program was fiction, I knew I wanted what the characters had,