The immense amount of work I do daily just to function is invisible to most. No one sees the struggle but diabetes Is relentless and demands me to be attentive to it every hour of every day. Diabetes is certainly debilitating, demanding, and draining; however, I have still found positives in my disease. Type 1 Diabetes has given me tremendous strength, motivation to live healthy, a better perspective on life, and purpose to my future. After living 10 years with diabetes, I have learned plenty about how my body does (and unfortunately doesn’t) work and how to keep myself as healthy as possible.
It is very sad seeing sick children everyday you go to work but I know that the end results of seeing someone get healthy because you got to help them is a very huge award. If God has given me such a helpful and caring heart, I just would really love to use it. Going to Akron Children’s Hospital was such a great and amazing experience and hopefully one day I will be working there! Not everyone can handle children nor sickness and I think it’s incredible that i can. I am definitely going to keep exploring this career because it is such an amazing feel helping someone else feel
The history of blindness came from a time where it was difficult to even keep someone around that was blind. People were giving away their children, abandon them, leaving them to die (Omvig 2017). As shocking as it is, of course everyone is scared of the unknown, this was not very common and seeing someone who was blind was a whole new thing. Once it became a very common
With A.D.D comes a lot of issues. The medication is the worst part of it all. During my time taking these meds It was hell, I felt sick all the time, I didn’t want to talk to anyone anymore, and my friends were noticing my changes too. I knew I had to value and compare my past life to my present life and ask myself what’s more important to me, friends... or grades. In this time of my life I found out the harsh realities of life and how not everything is fair.
He is a crucial part in the process that aided me in attempting to overcome my depression. Although I still struggle with it to an extent, the effects are nowhere near where they used to be. This man went out of his way to insure that I have someone I can go to whenever I need to. I still am extremely proud of myself for battling through something as awful as depression. In my opinion, it shows that I am someone who overcomes adversity.
But just think that they 're not in pain anymore and their spirit will always be with you no matter what, you think they’re not but they are. Living with diabetes are hard, almost everyone in my family has diabetes my dad has diabetes and he got his leg cut off because of diabetes it made his leg turn purple. 1 day later I went to see him at the hospital to see how he
My scars may be a constant reminder of what I went through, and the severity of the pain I was in physically and emotionally experiencing at the time, but also a constant reminder of the life I have and the progress I have made. If you had told me last year I would be here today I would have doubted you. My scars, the ones I carry with pride, show me I can overcome anything no matter what the
These experiences surrounding the hardship in my life are crucial to the person I am today because in the process of trying and failing, I’ve developed a thick skin, and I now know how far I can push myself to reach my goals successfully. I’m proud at my strength in being able to do this because at seventeen, I have essentially learned how to provide for myself and that has taught me life lessons that will be integral to how I live my adult life. From this hardship I have also learned to take great value in my heath and be thankful for what I have because nothing is ever set in stone. I am a strong person, it’s taken me awhile to realize this, and it’s the most important realization I’ve
I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember. When I look back to my childhood the only think that comes up is crying and taunting. Being an only child was difficult as there was no one to protect me from the endless comments about my appearance. This coupled with the fact that I am undocumented led me to hate myself, to the extent that I resorted to harming myself and even contemplating not being alive anymore. I developed an unhealthy view of myself and resorted to making myself puke after meals, to appease the taunting engrained in my mind.