Self Analysis

In a perfect world it would be so easy to not have to worry about your problems, to live care free, do what makes you happy, and always smile. In our world we do the opposite. We over think, we stress, we do what makes others happy, and we allow ourselves to be alone. Lately, it’s been hard for me to face my challenges alone. I consult with every trustworthy friend I know about everything. Sometimes the advice they give is something I would rather not like to hear. So, being the stubborn person I am, decide to do things my way. Most of the time it’s better off that way because what I've learned is that you need to stop worrying about everyone else's opinion and just go for it! I used to care so much about if I did one thing what would my friends think, or if I talked to this person

In August I went back to school, but I still had trouble with my parents. On Sunday the sixteenth, I overdosed on my depression medicine. I went to another psychiatric ward that night. When my parents found out that I was out about my gender identity at school, they were upset. They told me that I was going either to a private school locally or to a boarding school somewhere else.

Growing up I didn’t understand the meaning of a struggle. I had no idea what it was like to wake up with nothing, to have no one understand you, and to go to school with pure happiness because you’re no longer alone. I didn’t even think that it was possible to feel that way because I was spoiled and got what I wanted. Throughout the years, kindergarten through seventh grade, I spoke what I felt. I told people exactly what I thought of them not caring what the outcome would be. I thought that being honest was the best way to go about things until I came to realize that it wasn’t. Being honest wasn’t only about telling the truth. It was about me expressing how I felt about that person picking apart everything I disliked about them; without knowing what their situation was or the life style they had lived. The opinions I expressed would range from calling them fat, to expressing their flaws, ending with telling them to simply go away because I didn’t want their presence. Knowing how self-indulged I was didn’t bother

I found out who I was on June 8th 2017. This was the day I watched Shane Koyczan “To this day”. I always felt let down in my life. As a middle schooler I was bullied for having acne and very hairy arms. Kids would talk about how my gap was so big they could put their finger through it as if what they said had no effect. In high school the man that I leaned on most, my father left me to live in nashville without a second thought. I began to lean on other men who I thought would make me feel better but they spit on my name and made sure that I felt worthless. The only place I ever felt safe was my bed. I had so many bad experiences with people that I would tell people I was busy just so I could lay in bed and stare at the wall. My anxiety and depression grew from there and ever part of my life began to suffer.

I enjoyed writing this essay. I feel like this is the first time I ever formatted as this. It was interesting to use a block quotation and close read and analyzed each part relating to each part of the story. I could sum up the whole meaning behind the conclusion so it was neat. I don’t mind what I will get on this essay because I worked my hardest to accomplish this essay. Also, this is the first time I tried this method so I am also anxious how well I will do.

This brings me to now. I am a transwoman who is for once in her life free of depression and self hatred. The moment I first stated hormone therapy was one on the most profound and joyous of my life. And as I start this next leg of my long journey through life I have a confidence and sense of self that I never dreamed possible.

While I have faced a multitude of challenges, one of the most impactful ones by far has been my experience with physics. Though I had already taken a physics course at my former high school and performed well, the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics (NCSSM) requires at least two additional trimesters of physics to graduate. So, in the fall of 2015, I began taking my new physics course. While physics in general may be a challenging subject to many, the physics courses taught at NCSSM are often on the more extreme end of the difficulty scale. Because of this, I was consistently on the verge of failing throughout the majority of my first trimester in physics, and I was hovering just above a failing grade of D when midterm reports were released. After holding multiple conversations with various school faculty, including my academic advisor, counselor and physics teacher, I began to understand the consequences of receiving a

It has been fifteen years since my parents and my brother Jack adopted me. I was only two then, but now i’m seventeen. I love my life, I have a happy, loving family, I live in a nice house on a farm in Maine, my brother Jack is my bestfriend but I also have other friends, and I have a boyfriend named Justin. I guess you could say my life is perfect. Expect there’s more to me than you think. I’m adopted and even though I love my life there is still a part of me that wants to find my birth parents and know more about them. My parents tell me all about my birth dad. His name is Joseph. He loved me very much but he was only thirteen when I was born and then about a year later he died in a car wreck. Nobody really knows what happened to my mom,

As the words “ I think I am gay” came out of my mouth as I remembered only saying “please don’t tell anyone else this” moments after tears running down my face. Thinking to myself I knew the one person I thought I could trust did not realize that she was only creating a plan of social suicide. If being the last one picked for kickball wasn’t enough the amount of hurtful comments being made felt like they were never ending. The number of death threats to me appeared to be immense only making matters worse as my self esteem began to crash and the thought of hopelessness became evident. I’m sure you’re wondering how this transition this marked some sort of transition from childhood to adulthood but just give a little

A question that never fails to make someone think is “what is the meaning of life?” Honestly, there are many different philosophies addressing this question but the Utilitarian is one, everyone aspires to acquire some point in their lives and hopefully in the end as well. Utilitarian is based off of this simple concept and context: happiness. However, happiness comes with consequences and the utilitarian philosophy will make the decision if it’s morally right or wrong. This is where many types of utilitarian has emerged but the 3 time period will be addressed: Historical utilitarianism, Classical utilitarianism, and Modern utilitarianism. They are very similar but have important miniscule differences in them that separates them from each

I think about my life every night before I go to bed. As a kid, I was not worried about the future. However, as I was introduced to the reality of drugs and alcohol in my neighborhood, my life took a turn. I chose the wrong path for a few years. As I got older, I realized life could be different if I made wise decisions.

At first introduction I am seen as perpetually cheerful and high energy. Coworkers, friends and acquaintances recognize quickly that I am fiercely competitive, passionate about my work, and easily classified as Type A personality. It is clear from my Instagram account I am obsessed with the outdoors; from skiing and hiking to mountain biking and camping, I search for adventure as often as possible. My Facebook is littered with photos of my four-year-old’s choice in outfits and silly quotes showing her viewpoint on the world. (“I’m a strong, interpendent woman!” is a recent favorite.) What many people don’t know, however, is the laundry list of traumas and tragedies I have endured. I often get the shocked deer-in-the-headlights look when someone finds out both my parents died within two years of each other. When it comes out that I married young to escape my emotionally abusive mother, just to realize my husband was also abusive, the comment is usually on how courageous it must have been to file for divorce and leave with my young toddler in tow. It is not uncommon to hear the exclamation, “But how are you so happy still?” after hearing of my multiple miscarriages.

Your family only loves you because they have to. They only care for you because they have to. Your friends take care of you because they want to. Your friends love you because they chose to. This is the credo that I have lived by my whole life because that is all I have ever known.

I am a person who is heavily influenced and defined by what I have experienced throughout my life. A particular occurence that has heavily influenced who I am and the person I am continuing to grow into is the experience of being supported by my friends when I was struggling with who I was and what the purpose of being where I am while I am here. I have struggled with trusting others and being comfortable with who I am as both an individual and how I fit into the bigger picture of my life. The love and support I experienced when I needed it most changed my perspective and outlook I have on myself and other people. Through this particular part of life and the experiences in it, I have begun to grow and develop into a person who is able to be happy and appreciative of what they possess and lack in relation to others and become involved in improving the world whenever I can.

Particularly, genuinely true consistent happiness is achievable through an attitude of gratitude. Throughout the generations, humans have long sought to grasp the concept of living in a consistent state of happiness. Proof of this can be found in the constitution of the United States, as their forth fathers placed emphasis on the freedom to the pursuit of happiness. In today’s culture, it is often heard the saying. “Do what makes you happy”. Likewise, Parents tell their kids to choose true happiness as a priority in their lives. The emphasis on happiness comes from a true fact. In comparison to unhappy individuals, happy individuals are more productive at work and have higher incomes, are more tolerant, creative, decisive, persistent, emphatic, have more friends and better marriages (Seligman, 2002) Abascal, J., Brucato, L., Stephenson, P., & Brucato, D. (2009). Furthermore, consistent Happiness might be a bit more complex that one may think. It is a road of many paths, some path that move or disappear and some that lead in the wrong direction. Even so, gratitude may be the road map to consistent happiness.