Life In My Life

When I think of mindfulness I contemplate of ones empathetic to interpret a situation. For two weeks every night before I went to bed, I wrote down three items I was grateful for. Some of the words were “Health”,” Family”,” Friends”,” Food”, and” Childhood”. This list goes on, what I grasped is whatever I did that day predisposed what I wrote down. On days I lifted I would appreciate my health, when I went away with my family I recognized how much I appreciated my family, when I was home for a day I realized how much I adored my bed. The new custom I obtained made me appreciate how indebted I am in my life to points I didn’t fathom before. This taught me to feel empathy for people who can’t say the same good things as me which gave me very good insight on to be grateful for the life I have.

Suicide is a very sad subject for all those who have had a relative or friend who went through it. However, suicide doesn’t only go across teens minds it also happens to adults as seen in the article, “Survivors of Suicide Loss”. Jessica is the daughter of a man who went through suicide and she says, “The emotions that ran through me are close to indescribable, as I had never felt such pain. How this could have happened, and most importantly, how could this have happened to me and my family.” This is a case where the suicide was caused by depression. At the end of the day we all have to just try and be closer to those we care for and

Life has up's and down's but you can get through because people come together to help. For instance, in the book Fever, 1793, the Free African Society went around to help the yellow fever victims. The doctors thought the Africans were immune to the disease because hardly any Africans died. When people come together, like the Africans helping the victims, you can get through it. You can get through it when people come together, because everyone starts working together instead of avoiding the

sports, music, and other organizations). However, my senior year, a combination of stress and family turmoil pushed me into a place I’d never been before. I didn’t know how to handle my emotions and my whole life seemed to start falling apart, but I didn’t know how to fix it and pick up the pieces. I constantly felt overwhelmed by everything. I was easily discouraged by difficult assignments, I had no self-confidence, and I had no will to be social or be involved in everything I once cared so much about. I slowly isolated myself as much as I could, and all of my friends slowly left me alone. The worst feeling I’ve ever had was that I wanted to kill myself. I thought about suicide a lot, and like Eric, I wanted to have a successful suicide. I even almost attempted it once, but I’m too scared of pain. It got to the point to where I’d try to think of all the painless ways one could go, but even then there were uncertainties with each way I contemplated how to die. Much like Eric, here were weeks on end, where all I could think of was how much I wanted to do was be dead and gone from the world. I saw no point in anything I did, what little motivation I had, dissipated away and I was just so unhappy. I don’t remember going more than a day without crying at some point, because I just felt like life was so terrible. I was always the

I decided to do my discussion on a woman named Alexandra Lewicke, who suffered from severe depression and self-harm disorder. She was diagnosed as a teenager, when she was a junior in high school. She was constantly bullied by others and her grades were suffering immensely. She had to be admitted to the hospital twice. She had believed that her depression was caused by all of the negative things around her, but when she moved away and began college, she realized that wasn’t the case.Despite having found wonderful new friends, a loving boyfriend, and having perfect grades, Alexandra still had the dark shadow of depression in the back of her mind. Her feelings got worse and she contemplated suicide.She knew she needed help, and so her close friends

One of the obstacles I had to face in my life was when my best friend since kindergarten committed suicide. It was a chilly Sunday in December when I got a text message from an unknown number and I was going to erase the message until I saw the words “Dorian committed suicide”. Turns out that his twin sister, Vanessa, had gotten my number from his phone and texted me telling me the news. The moment I read those 3 words I could feel my heart break into a million pieces. And a ton of guilt flooded my body. He had tried multiple times but I always talked him out of it without anyone's help and without any adult knowing but this time I guess he didn't want help and so he went through with it. That day I stayed in bed all day crying my eyes out,

Life is made up of moments that can be good or bad, big or small, it just depends how people choose to see it. I personally choose to look at moments in my life with a positive outlook. Life will throw you the craziest obstacles, and how you handle them will design the person you are. The soundtrack of my life is made up of events that impacted my life tremendously, and made me who i am to this day.

Contemplating suicide, alone for 6 years starting at age 10 who was meant to be out enjoying “the best years of her life”, is an incredibly difficult thing to wake up to and think about every day. I hate being labelled and knowing I cannot control these things hurts. Spending weeks, months, years in and out of hospitals is probably one of the most difficult times. Especially, not being able to understand why I was doing these things. People wouldn’t necessarily ever see and/or hear about a 10-year-old attempting suicide. Unfortunately, I was one of those rare 10 year olds. It was hard not being able to understand why I wanted to die or hurt myself every day. I landed myself in BGH over 35 times and McMaster 5 different times for each stay spanning from 2-4 weeks.

I was slowly (or maybe rapidly?) dying. As as much as I thought I wanted to die, I wasn't ready. I opened up to my aunt and uncle. I told my parents. And in August 2012, half my life after my first suicidal thought, I admitted I wanted help. I began seeing my wonderful therapist, who diagnosed me with depression, anxiety, and panic disorder. After a few months of multiple-times-per-week sessions, it was more than clear that my brain was chemically balanced, so I was prescribed antidepressants. I kept getting better, but I would have extremely low, suicidal days for no reason. It was something I didn't have an explanation for, but tried to brush it

In the summer of 2013, I had begun to hate my life. I became suicidal. Present day, suicide is viewed in so many different ways so I would like to look at the journey and what I learned from my depression rather than the subject itself. I was suicidal because of my mom and the emotional abuse she inflicted upon me. I went through many stages of my depression. The suicidal thoughts were the beginning. Those progressed into cutting and then for 155

It has been said that life can never be carried out and truly lived to its fullest unless there has been some sort of suffering and pain. Mistakes are to be learned from, and a hard past can only result in a stronger present. Though many might find themselves alone in their misery the truth is they are not, everyone has struggles. We all have our ups and downs, but it is how we react to them that truly matters. Life is life and no matter what, giving up on lifelong dreams and aspirations because of a few bumps in the road should never be an option.

Growing up with depression can be hard. It can be especially hard when you don’t know you have it. I was informed of my depression after a series of test and numerous trips to the doctors. I didn’t enjoy many of things other people did when I was younger due to my depression, but as I got older, dealing with my depression came to be harder and harder. I showed no interest in anything or anyone. Things I ones use to love to do no longer called my name. My guitar gathered dust, my skateboards corroded with the seasons, my hopes to ever feel normal again gone. Constantly getting different medications was the worst part. I never knew if that day I would be happy, sad, mad, or my all-time favorite, suicidal.

I’ve had three life experiences I feel have influenced my academic goals for the better. The first

Bad things happen to everyone. Everyone has their problems but life still will go on, whether you want it to or not. My timeline shows problems that I had throughout the past 17 years of my life. I had surgerys, and i’ve hurt myself too many time to count, but I kept on going. Even when I was young, I pushed past all those problems, and I still have continued to succeed today. I do things I need to do to get where I want to be later, whether it was something small of something big for me, I got it done. I took some time off, I got better, and I didn’t let these downfalls slow me down.

Life is and always has been a series of events, that shape and mold us to become the people we are today. The actions we take today can and will affect tomorrow. The events that take place in our lives may not always be happy ones. However, even the hard times have a role and place in our stories. If you look hard enough you might even see the goodness in a seemingly unpleasant situation. How we overcome these challenges and face our fears will determine how we view ourselves and the world.