When I was younger I did not know who my parents were and I always thought I was the only child. Until I was about five was when I had first met my biological mother and my life changed drastically. I had visits with my mother until I was my be six years old then she stopped. Then when I was eight I moved to my fifteenth and last foster family (not home because I moved to my foster mother 's mom 's house when was thirteen and currency still live with them). I had unsupervised weekend visits over my biological sister 's house when I was 9, but I was treated very differently by my bio mother than my other siblings even though I was the youngest.
After a few weeks went by, she moved in with her baby’s daddy. The whole school was making fun of her and wasn’t soon after her whole community found out. She was being shamed for her pregnancy and couldn 't get a good paying job to support her new family. When she was ready to have her child, she went into debt because she couldn 't afford for the care she need for her and her child. Not soon after, she became poor and went into poverty.
Unfortunately, but my depression only prolonged deeper. I continued to be hospitalized and finally I was unable to work at school at all. After my last hospitalization, I started with a professional who provides therapy. While it was quite obvious that I struggled with post-traumatic stress disorder, I was still never able to open up about any single thing that has never happened to me. After some couple of ages, my new therapist insinuated that it might be useful and helpful for me to look for an online
A times my family and I felt helpless because there was either nothing we could do about a particular problem or a particular doctor wasn’t listening to our concerns. My plucky optimism and can do attitude were further put to the test my very first year of college when I suffered from a spontaneous pneumothorax. I was hospitalized for about two weeks during the spring semester. The day my lung collapsed started out just like any other until I began to feel the tightness and pain grip my chest. I began to panic.
Homelessness made high school difficult and for a while, I lost all hope for future worthwhile. I was homeless and on my own, I had to shower in park sinks because either I was 17 and wasn’t allowed in homeless shelters or the walk was too far either way. The women in my family especially have a history of sporadic homelessness, my mother and I lived in her car, driving around Miami avoiding my biological father, until I was 3 years old. She was homeless for a while when she was 19 as well, she even dropped out of high school. My grandmother was on her own at 14, being kicked out of her house by her abusive mother, and managed to stay in school and graduate.
This process stopped in fourth grade. The court found my parents “unfit” to take care of my siblings and I, due to how much school we had missed in the last couple of years, and my sister and I were placed into foster care, while my autistic brother was sent to live in a group home. School was never a friend of mine. I never knew what was going on because there was so much education I had missed, and going to school while in foster care was no different. Eventually my mother received full custody of us again, and I attended Burgess in sixth
I was diagnosed with a life-threatening disease called Branched Chain Ketoaciduria (Douglas and Burford 19). However, because my parents didn’t have enough money for treatment, all they could do was turn to their faith (Douglas and Burford 19). Months later, my family’s prayers had been answered and it was
My client, Ms Linda is a supervisor at a prestigious hospital for over ten years. His mother passed away several days ago due to old age. Ms Linda feels remorse and overwhelmed. She pointed out that she experience difficulties going to sleep at night and prefers to be alone. She would isolate herself from people.
The worst part of my life was having to live with a different family. I had to go away for a couple years from my mom till she got better. My mom drank and fought with her husband. I left my parents and went to a new family in Gregory. My sister and I didn’t like being away from our mother, we felt lost and sad.
That’s when I knew that something wasn’t right. My family and I got so distant, I was dishonest, depressed, anxious and sad all the time. Id pushed my family away so much that they were at a loss of what to do with me. My 4 sibling's had been put into foster care and that’s when things really started to fall apart. I dropped out of high school half way through my freshmen year, because my panic attacks were so bad that I couldn’t even make it through first period.