When my oldest brother, Dylan, was in high school he wasn’t the best kid. He would lie to my parents all the time and throw parties at our house. He barely even graduated high school. Nothing really changed after he graduated either because he didn’t go to college and he didn’t have a job.
Ever since I have been young my dad would always have something hurtful to say to me, like my love for music. He didn’t understand why I loved to play the violin because it was effeminate. He was always dishonored to say I was his son because of my ‘feminine’ traits . Soon it got to me, I started to become more and more depressed every day, and by the time I was twelve I was at the point where I didn’t want to live anymore. My mom was always by my side through all the emotional, physical and mental abuse. She started taking me to therapy and the therapist diagnosed me with moderate to severe depression. I remember my therapist 's office, it had a very welcoming look, and it smelt like old books,which I found comforting. Sadly I was only able to go to a few sessions before my father found out what my mom was doing for me. He said I was faking everything for the attention and he did not want me to go anymore, my mother tried to protest but she was just as scared of him as I was. When my father
An event that influenced my life occurred when I came to the U.S not knowing any English. I did not know anyone around nor did I understood them. It took me a while to learn a few words and than learn to speak them. The first few months it was hard for me because I found English complicated,confusing,and hard to memorize. Some words were easy because it was somehow connected to Spanish, and others were not as easy. My mind was set and focused on achieving my goal, to have a good career, join a medical/technology field. A lot of people doubted me, saying I would not be able to learn English, graduate or reach any goals. Hearing those words broke me into pieces, but I took it as a challenge. I felt shattered but committed at the same time. I
A Challenging Life Transition No matter how prepared an individual may be or expecting of a death, to lose a family member to death can be a traumatic experience. The grief process is a difficult process. However most understand that death is a natural and expected life event (McBride, and Simms, 2001). With that said it usually does not make the death of family member any easier to absorb emotionally. Although I have familiarly and awareness because of the deaths of my Father and Sister, it does not mean that I am comfortable with death, or have all the right words to say to comfort a person in the grieving process.
My life’s journey as a thirteen year old is very similar to Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey. I have had to had to overcome some challenges that have been both mentally and physically. I went through depression and the problem of keeping myself from doing anything harmful to myself and others and finally getting help and seeing therapists. I have had to go through tests, which challenged me, and have gotten passed them with the help of many mentors. Then I had to decide to get better without falling back into the same hole again.
and then was court ordered to move in with my mom, things changed. I know had a little half-brother who would grow up to be my best friend. Throughout high school I would turn to my family in support with bullies and petty girl drama. They were my rock. My Junior and Senior year were the toughest emotionally.
Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
ECO completely omitted my main reason for taking a full time course. I was working merely as an "assistant" and had no professional growth. I clearly remember stating that, "there were no new assignments or projects for me" and I wasn't working well as he stated and respected ECO failed to interpret it in its true meaning. My career got stuck at a point and I was restricted to basic duties and sometimes I was made fun for having no new dimensions in career, emotionally and mentally I started to suffer because of this. As time passed, I realized my true potential is being wasted and in order to save my chances of a flourishing career, my professional confidence and professional and self respect. I need a proper in-depth study of finance and
I started reading from a very early age, perhaps the age of four or five. The first book that changed my life was the Charlotte’s Web as it initiated me into the world of reading and inspired me to be the book worm I am today. Books were my best friends during my childhood and I devoured all the books from my dad’s library. He was more than happy to get me all the books I asked for. My father got me some post cards to write letters to my friends and relatives as a method to improve my handwriting. This was the first step to my writing world. I got into the habit of writing letters regularly and I did make a few pen pals during those days. As I got busier in life E-mails slowly replaced the handwritten notes but I definitely lost something that was very close to my heart. Skype, Email and text messages are not treasured in the way my hand written letters and post cards have been for years.
As a family, we had to take on new roles. I began to have greater responsibility in my household. One by one my siblings left for college leaving just my father
Everything was great in my life, until one small thing effected my life and changed it forever, I thought it would effected my negatively, but really, if I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing. Knew things were introduced, new people, and more experiences. I was anxious and didn’t know what would come from it. Or what caused it. Or what would happen to me and my sister.
I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch.They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.
I have only seen my father cry once, and that statement still holds true, but on January 10, 2014, I nearly saw it happen again. My dad had broken both wrists and was waiting for my mom to take him to the hospital. My family had to help my dad with even the simplest tasks in the days to come. During the next two weeks, my family would come to know how much can change in an instant, the importance of each other, and the meaning of “freak accident”.
My dad left me to find work in Malaysia, when I was about four years old. I might not know what to say if I were asked how much my dad loved me, but I could speak infinitely how much my mom gave her life for me. My dad was an alcoholic for the past sixteen years. I could not taste the love of father from my childhood. I used to be really afraid of my father because of his behavior toward my mom and I. Being alcoholic is not enough for him , my dad refuse to worked. Therefore my mother was the only one who earned money for the family before we left Burma. She would work everyday from sunrise to sunset to support the family, but my dad choses to be violent on her whenever he get back home from bar.