How are they handling the pressure that I am putting on them? But I am far from perfect—so my hope and prayer is that even while I make mistakes, my children will always know that I love them and want the best for them. And furthermore, I hope to continue to study and understand why some children in my classroom simply do not grasp on to the concept of
How can someone live like this? Did anyone have the idea of escaping? If I was in that position, I would have tried escaping, meaning I could have died? It’s horrifying! Especially if you want to become a mother and having your child torn away from you.
We struggle thru many years and when it was time for me to go to college my mom could not afford to pay for me to attend so I decided I would work and pay my own way. Working two jobs and going to college was not easy but I was managing. After a
My life feels as though it has purpose. I don’t feel like I’m help back or that I have a handicap. I have just as much opportunity as everyone else my age does. I may have to work a little harder and stay up a little later to achieve my goals, but I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything in the
I was going to rise up above my station in society and do what my father never could. I was determined to get perfect grades and accepted to college, get a degree, and help my family with it. I never want my kids to face the plight that I did. I picture the look on my mothers face, tears rolling down her freckled face, when I tell her that she doesn't have to worry about money anymore. That I can take care of her
Additionally, I realized that I was not being honest with some of my friends. For example, I have this one friend who uses me and is rude towards me, but I just let it happen. I recognized that I need to have an honest talk with her about what is frustrating me and how we can improve the situation. Even though I was not able to fully discuss this with her this week, I am going to continue to think about ways I can honest with her, and find a way to discuss our problems in the
I had a mortgage, I was travelling with work and had great prospects ahead of me. Inside though, I was deeply unfulfilled. I wasn 't enjoying my work, I felt like I wasn 't using my full potential, and I longed to wake up feeling like my work was making a difference – to someone or something. Yet, I didn 't have a clue what else I could do. Indeed I 'd struggled on and off for years to figure out a way to change (making, it seemed to me, every career change mistake there was to make), but without making progress.
I couldn’t live without them, but both also had problems of their own; And being the person I am, instead of helping myself out first, I let my depression get worse and worse in exchange of helping them. I was happy of the fact that I was doing some part in them getting better in someway. I didn’t want to repeat what i felt like I did to my other friend. After a while I got to the point where I had to go to a therapist because I couldn’t handle the pain. I ended up telling my mom I needed a therapist and she got worried.
Although I pushed myself to do so, I did not want to go to school. I wanted to stay at home and be alone. Everyone else’s life looked bright and perfect. I blamed the environment for this situation. Living in a foreign country is what this is all about, I thought.
Back then, it doesn't sound real and it didn't mean so much to me. I was just this little girl filled with dreams and desires who have no clue onto what the real world has to truly offer. I was young and naïve. Yet I feel confident that one day, I will live the dream. Later at 16, still keeping my dreams ever so close to my heart.