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How My Personality Developed

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According to Larsen and Buss (2005, p. 4), “personality is defined as a set of psychological traits and mechanisms within an individual that are organized and relatively enduring which that influence the individual’s interactions with, and adaptations to, the intrapsychic, physical, and social environments”. Then, the enhancement from the dynamic organization that leads to distinctive is called personality development. Blanchard-Fields and Cavanaugh (2011, p. 14) stated that “personality development is progressed by the continuous interaction of the biological, psychological, sociocultural, and life-cycle forces of development such as the environment, character and temperament”. Not only that, the correct way in going thru or settling down …show more content…

I vomited and lost appetite. My hair began to fall. Doctor said that it was normal because the uses of anticancer drugs and radiation will give side effects to the patients but it was just temporary. Somehow, I still couldn’t accept the fact that I had to go thru all these. My mum and sister did not have tumor in their breasts so I was supposed not being affected as well. Life is unfair! In fact, what hurt me the most was that my boyfriend started to ignore me after I told him. He turned off his phone so that I could not reach him and he did not even visit me and so as my classmates. At first, I thought that they were just busy on their own stuffs and they would come to visit me once they are free but they all were like suddenly disappeared from my life, I met none of them. I felt so lonely and empty. I thought I was the famous one but the truth was that no one even cared about me. All the efforts and memories that I put in my school were wasted. Suddenly, I had the thought of giving up. Maybe I should just end my life. There was nothing left of me. I refused to take medicine and looked for reasons to skip treatments. Not only that, I chased my mum out of my sight whenever she came to visit me. I scolded her and shouted at her. I always curled myself on bed and dreaming, feeling hopeless and broken. I hated myself. One evening, a nurse sat beside me and she smiled to me. I knew her because I almost saw her everyday in the ward. Everyone called her

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