difficult to write about my life—not because I do not know what to say, but because I am often fearful of sharing my experiences and having them impact how people view me. My identity and upbringing are not necessarily unique, but I have been in situations that society tends to be uncomfortable with. Repeated sexual assaults, psychological abuse, neglect, and financial hardships are factors in my life that I tried to forget when I started college. Now that I am at the end of my undergraduate education
parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively
forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college. When I was five, I loved to play with my dolls in
have always worked full time and maintained a home, navigating the single life was like a foreign language to me, and I struggled to find my comfort zone. I tried relaxing with friends, but found many of them were on a hunt of their own. Frequenting places that gave the appearance of a social function chalked full of fun, only to find late nights filled with alcohol and shallow connections. Over time, I realized I had lost my inner self. I didn’t know who I was or what brought me joy. I had been
writing about yourself it is about everything you usually want to say but can’t Verbalize. So to tell my story I have to tell a story through my personal experience and I have to bring life to my writing. My story is different than most people but, honestly it's the kind of story I will forever keep deep in my heart because no one can copy that and make it there very own like I have everyday of my life as I start realizing more and more each day the more conclusion I come up with is that being adopted
Throughout my life I have always put an extensive effort into always trying my best in everything that I do. This applies throughout my school, work, at home, and sporting lives. Doing so is one of the things I am most proud of. Throughout my life I have suffered and have overcome extreme circumstances and adversities. These setbacks have come from four major concussions to a shoulder surgery that has failed. Constantly, I have been right there to bounce back and to do even better, whether
I remember when I was younger, looking in the mirror and daydreaming. My reflection showed a young girl with a big ambition, one so big that it would wow the world. She was wearing the colours of her favourite football team with her thick, worn through socks pulled up high thinking that nothing could stop her. I would put on my dad’s frayed and oversized football guernsey reminiscing about the special and inspirational moments it had been worn through, thinking of ways I could recreate them for myself
I would say that during my elementary years, I had a pretty good childhood. One of my highlights of this time was spending a lot of my time with my childhood best friend. My mind fills with memories about of all the times I spent with her when I recollect. In particular, one of these memories made me learn an important life lesson. If this time in my life never happened, I could definitely say my life would be very different now. To start, I had a best friend named Caitlin Teague who lived in this
My life, in my opinion, is not boring or dull, but rather quite exciting. It has always been crazy and it still is now. When I was 4 years old, I had both my tonsils removed, resulting in me only being able to eat soft foods for 1 week. When I was 6 years old, I was diagnosed with ADHD. That made me have to take ADHD medications. Every time the medication would seem to be working, it would become ineffective, making me have to switch medications. I’ve heard the names of the medications so many times
strange sensation filled my stomach and I knew whatever it was I wouldn’t have been able to predict that I was about to experience a moment I’d remember my whole high school career. I could hear my own footsteps as they plonked down my driveway, inching my way closer and closer to my mailbox until my chin stood just above the rusty lever. As I cranked the lid open a white envelope protruding it’s way out from the pile of bills had caught my eye. The envelope made its way to my hand, a bit of pink paper