I’ve always been the kind of person that thrives in the happiness of others. I inherit the mood of those around me, and when it isn’t a mood I like, I try and change it. Sometimes I would go too far though, and end up making the situation worse or making myself feel useless. That is why I think that the best way to achieve happiness with yourself, and give happiness to the people around you is to give it all you’ve got, but never more than you have left to give because if you give too much, you will lose yourself in the process.
I was never a very popular kid when I was young. I was bullied and battered until I reached a point where I had no friends and I no longer cared about anyone or anything. This was a huge problem for me because I am
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I don’t like to talk about what happened, but afterwards, I was so used to being disappointed and being alone that I did what I had always done. I hid what had happened, and tried to forget, but there are just some things you can’t forget. I developed a natural distrust for everyone, including my family, and I shut myself out from everyone. This led to the development of a few mental issues, and inevitably, my suicide attempts. After high school, I made a few friends and began to open up a bit more, but with that, my past began emerging. I had developed Severe Insomnia, and would often have very emotional and unpredictable mental breakdowns. I would either become depressed or Livid and I took it out on anyone around me. My “friends” became very worried and asked about what was going on, and at first, I wouldn’t tell them, but as we grew closer, I opened up more and more. I told them about my depression and my Insomnia. I told them about my past and I told them some of my inner most thoughts, until I had only 1 more secret. Telling them about my problems had helped me to the point where I was no longer depressed, I was actually getting sleep, and I was joyful. Unfortunately, the one thing I had kept from them was the thing that had been keeping me awake at night and had made me the way I was. It was what happened when I was
My best friend had committed suicide on August 5th. She was 14 and i was 11. I was devastated beyond belief. I've never told my family, and i never will.
Through that experience, I felt better. Very rarely am I still bullied, but my blood is not boiling and I feel I have someone who I can talk
The bullying was getting worse so I felt it was time to stand up for myself. I stood up to the bully and she felt threaten that 's when trouble came aboard. She wanted to fight me, and at this point I knew I couldn 't fight at school because I would get in trouble. She kept teasing me, pushing me, and I would tell her to stop
Sometimes these experiences of than still are breaking through the surface of my confidentiality while relating to other people. As well as becoming involved in mental health has worked as a healing balm. Even though I continue to learn and grow while separating positive critic from negative influences. The experience that I related earlier about time management in an “industrial kitchen environment is a good example negative self-chatter. I also continue to be aware of experiences that support me as I continue in this field of Human
So, I figured why not tell them now before people really start thinking that I was untrustworthy. Well I told my friends first and my family second. The talk felt like it took for hours as I felt my throat burn and my voice started to crook. The response that I was thinking in my head didn’t really come true. Instead, I was really showered by love, understanding, and a little of adjustments here and there.
I was no longer being bullied, thank god, but I was left with the after affects of torture that someone else pushed onto me. Instead of being told that I was all those awful things that they called me, I now had my own brain repeating these things to me over and over again. This continuous loop that I could never escape from, was almost worse than any of the bullying that I could go through. It was also a courtesy of my anxiety and depression ganging up on me; with my depression telling me that I could never be good enough and the anxiety comparing me to others who were better than me, I continued to fall
The core philosophical value of my life is displayed through human equality and equal rights. As a young advocate for equality for all, it is the core of who I am and therefore a philosophy of hope that I seek. My mission is to utilize my voice constructively for the betterment of myself, my family, and society. I sense that when we as a collective whole work for the betterment of everyone, the whole can achieve great heights.
I was confronted with a rather common conflict of bullies in sixth grade, and was verbally rather than physically abused on a daily bases. My first response was to ignore it, but it progressively got worse until the point where I was always in a bad mood. This put the people around me in a sour mood as well. No one was ever happy around me, including myself, for a long time. Until finally, I exploded while having another session of their abuse.
In my opinion I haven 't changed that much. I feel that I have become more mature in life in general and in my writing and language. I also think that my personality has changed a little but not very much. I have tried to start helping people more were at the beginning of the year I didn 't help very many people because I didn 't know very many people. I have also improved a lot.
5 years of hiding it and the sixth year was the first time I told someone I cut and the first time I actually felt a weight hop off my chest. The cutting was keeping the pain away from me mentally, hiding the words Doctor S said to me as an eight year old kid, to this day I can still feel it burning inside me like a fresh cut or scrape. It was hard to control my anger and my aggression, so that's when my parents looked into football for me, they thought it would help my anger out and at the time they hadn't a clue that I cut, so I went through football. They were right football did help me a lot to get my anger out, now I can't wait for football season to begin so I can get anger from the summer and from school out, during practices, but then the anger became worse as time went on, once I was 12 I started to wrestle, because I wanted to get one more chance at wrestling, and lose weight so I can hopefully get rid of his voice saying "either get healthy or die" repetitively like a broken record in my
I WAS BULLIED
When I was young, about 4 to 5 years ago, there were many, many young boys my age who lived in the neighborhood, but slowly, over the course of about 2 years, they all moved away from the neighborhood. Leaving me without friends, and reducing the chance of making more, because I lived right down the street from my elementary school, and I wasn’t able to stay there and do extracurricular activities, due to my sister, who I had to walk home and watch over. Which put me into a tough spot, as a young kid, I had done so many things that faded away as my friends had left, I used to play street football, street basketball, and just in the street, my fun in the woods near my house diminished, as I had noone to play with, no other minds, no other people
Max was traumatized and took me to her room. I explained to her how pessimistic I was and how I made everything seem so negative. She was very confused because she always thought
Without hiding any events, I found my world to be a daunting task to overcome. At the age of 13, I tried something new; I opened my battered soul up to another human being. Although it may sound pathetic, I felt home in another place or person. Feeling comfortable, I was never feared to express to my friend what I thought about current events, and ordinarily, when it felt muddy to move through the path. In return, I gave them the most useful advice in this realm of pain: social advice.
I once was living with my mom and my dad as a happy family all had changed when we had to move to mexico my dad had to stayed. I thought I had hit rock bottom, I was about to commit self-harm and there was only one person who I had trusted I told her and that was my best friend. Somehow she always helped me and she never gave up on me. My family didn 't notice until after, so they would probably ask themselves why I would think about doing that. And now that I think about it there are many people who have been or going through the same as I was before.