My Life Experience

1.1describe the main types of mental ill health according to the psychiatric (dsm/icd) classification system: mood disorders, personality disorders, anxiety disorders, psychotic disorders, substance-related disorders, eating disorders, cognitive disorders

Thesis: Although there were several factors and events that had led up to the California Gold Rush, the Westward Expansion, the discovery of gold, and immigration and work were the most influential.

Whereas voting is regarded as the rudiment of a democratic nation, turnout rates are constantly getting lower in the developed countries and higher in undeveloped ones. While reformers in United States who have diligently worked to increase turnout have been rewarded with little, the Indian government experiences record-breaking voter turnouts. This paper seeks to critically analyze each system’s laws and form of governance. By critiquing voter registration and voter ID laws, in addition to examining the development in voting technology, reforms that would not only better the United States, but also raise voter turnout are proposed.

At the age of 22, I found out that I had cervical tumors. My mother had asked the doctor if there was anyways I could ever have a baby, in the future. His answer, very unlikely. A week later, I went to the doctor’s office to get blood work and to get ready for my surgery. I was getting the tumors removed. Two days later, I was told I could not get the procedure done. I was pregnant. Very excited and shocked, hung up the phone and drove to my boyfriend at the times house to tell him the news. After four months of excitement. He told me he was getting to attach to the baby and left us both. About two months later, I meet a guy. He was nice, funny and was willing to take on the responsibly of being a father. We got married a few months later.

This was a very stressfull time of the year for me. My boyfriend, Bruce, and I had only been dating for about six months. It was summer vacation but I was in charge of my two younger brothers. They were fourteen and eleven. I didn't really mind keeping an eye on them because they did their own thing. I was two weeks late before I had even noticed. Being the blunt and honest seventeen year old girl that I was, I told my mother that I was late getting my period. Her response was, "If you're pregnant, then you're out!". I was not expecting that response. I went to the doctors about a week later. They drew blood for a pregnancy test. I couldn't stop thinking about what my mother had said. I was back in school the week that the results came in.

As the due date for my period approached and passed, I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be coming this month or any months in the near future. I had no real reason to have this feeling but I could tell something was different so, at two days late, I decided I would take a pregnancy test. After taking it, two lines popped up instantly. Two blue lines told me that my life was about to change. Two solid, blue lines told me I was going to be a mother whether I liked it not. My boyfriend didn’t believe me so instead of spending winter break having fun

I grew up like any average child, attended good schools, had good friends and surrounded by a nice community. I was always thankful for my family because as I started growing a bit older throughout middle school and high school my friends would talk about how their parents were not together. I could have never imagined my family broken up, but little did I know. My parents and I always attended mass every Sunday and were part of a marriage group where I had lots of friends. We always spent all of our time together. We would always have fun and go on family vacations or even just go get ice cream to the liquor store and drive to the Hesperia lake. They were always so happy and my dad was always so loving toward my mom. I always looked up to them and said I wanted a marriage like that when I got older. Of course, they fought like every other couple but that wasn’t an everyday thing, it was only once in a blue moon.

As a nine year old girl, I didn’t think much about life and what the future held for me. I mostly thought about riding my pony, playing with my friends at school, and playing on my family’s farm. I didn't think much about how quickly my life could completely change at any minute.

Maya Angelou once said, “What is the fear of living? It’s being preeminently of dying. It is not doing what you came here to do, out of timidity and spinelessness. The antidote is to take full responsibility of yourself - for the time you take up and the space you occupy. If you don’t know what you’re here to do, then just do some good.” Everyday I think about everything I went through while growing up and forming into the person I am today. Going through all the experiences I have gone through, I didn’t realize how much they would impact me today and serve as lessons. Today I am a freshman in college. I did not think I would make it this far. The precious gift of life is to enjoy every moment as if it is your last.

As an elementary and middle schooler, I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. While my classmates seemed to know that they wanted to be an artists, firefighters, or teachers, I was completely unsure. My interests were wide-ranging and varied, and I could never imagine being stuck doing one thing for the rest of my life. Each time we were asked what we wanted to grow up to be, I gave a different response- from ice cream tester to marine biologist to mountaineer- never wanting to commit to the same potential job more than once. And this incertitude didn't seem to be something that I was growing out of- it continued until earlier this year, when I finally unearthed my passion, the thing I was meant to do with my life. In a single day, I went from unsure about my future to absolutely certain about what it would hold. It’s a day that I know I’ll continue to cherish for the rest of my life.

The idea of flying has terrified me since a youthful age. Being in a metal bird, thousands of feet above the ground, that consumes me from one location to the next safely, doesn’t sound appealing. A pilot, who I could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out that I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I honestly believed I was having a nightmare. The one entity in the entire world that scares me the most will be my transportation of choice for the ultimate night of my adolescent years.

She accompanied me to the doctors and it was confirmed I was pregnant, I was told I will be having a baby in January 2000. My Dr was called Dr Booth she was a lovely Dr, she was concerned taking in to account I was only 15, My mother in law intervened and did her best to assure the dr I was happily married and well looked after. This was my first GP visit after a very long time, Dr Booth held my hand and told me she had to carry out some blood test and send me to a dietician because I looked malnourished. As I got up to leave I looked back at the Dr and smiled her, for the first time someone other than my mum had shown some compassion and concern. I got a reassuring but concerned smile back from her!

I woke up to the smell of crispy bacon and eggs racing through the house. I went to the kitchen to find a small white paper next to 2 bacon-egg cheese burritos and orange juice. I read the note and it said “ DEAR JONATHON , i am currently at the store getting stuff for the house ill see you later, LOVE MOM!!!” When i read it at first i kind of cringed but i just sat down and ate my burritos and they tasted so cheesey and crunchy it was awesome . Once i finished i went into the living room to listen to the radio. We live in a shaft in the middle of the forest and its never light because the trees but that doesn’t stop me from doing what i want to do, so I decided to go outside and play soccer by myself to waste some time. But out of the corner of my eye i saw a tall old creature with a long beard and a robe, he looked very warned out and tired. He walked over to me as slow as a slug, then i ran into my house because i got scared. Suddenly my face was inside a bag and i was being carried, so i screamed for my life “HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPP!!!!IM BEING KIDNAPED HHEEELLLPPP!!” No one heard me because the nearest road is about 2 hours away. I woke up in a cave and saw a man mixing something in a huge pot over a fire , it smelt like dead rats piled up in a hole.

The house that built me was a two story, standard suburban number in a low income, minority neighborhood . It wasn’t ideal, there were a few instances of hate crimes against hispanics-it could have been me-, but I had a roof over my head and there was food on the table. 14 years of my life were spent in that house, I spent my days learning from my siblings as they went down the tumultuous road of life. Being the youngest, I followed the example established by my older siblings: stay out of trouble and focus on studying. I knew I would always have their support. They taught me that coming from a low socioeconomic background was not a limitation, but rather an advantage when it came to striving for greatness. Early on I learned that life is not a walk in a patch of roses, it’s an always changing highway with sharp turns and potholes-make the right decisions and you’ll get to your destination .

I grew up in a small town called Buttonwillow, which had four streets and was so tiny that everybody knew each other and possibly knew about each other. I wouldn't describe it as a town full of crime but it did have many "bad" people. I didn't live on the great side of town so I heard cops almost every other night, but it was normal for me growing up and I didn't think much of it because I knew I was okay. My family only consisted of my three older sisters, my mom, and I, until later my mom met my step-father and so then came three more children. I was the middle child so I was the outcast.