My Personal Experience In My Life

I went through a rough time period in my life. Sometimes I’m afraid to talk about it, as if I can’t accept the fact that I actually went through it. During these difficult years of my life, I suffered severely from Depression and Anxiety. I had multiple panic attacks in a day and I got to the point of having suicidal thoughts. I felt numb; everyday was a blur to me. I sincerely thought I wouldn’t make it to the age of fifteen.

Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on

Being made to go through the whole process of becoming friends was not what I wanted. I had a lot of friends at Galena and had been friends with these kids since kindergarten. We had grown up together and I didn’t want to leave them so soon. My mom told me Baxter was only about 10 minutes away so that took the ease off a little. I had two really good friends who I did everything with. I remember wondering if they would be sad, or if I would get to see them anymore. The feeling of going to a new place and possibly not making any new friends frightened me. How long would it take me to make new friends, if I made any? All the worrying was for nothing though. I remember exactly what happened when I made my first friend at Baxter. I call to mind being anxious as I walked into my new classroom, feeling the glances of all my classmates. Thinking how uncomfortable I felt as all the kids talked about their summers with their friends and all the fun they had, when suddenly I heard someone say hi. I turned towards the voice and saw a small brown haired girl, who I would soon learn was Mallory. After learning each other’s names, she then asked me “Do you want to be friends?” and that’s how my first friendship started. I made many new friends that day and felt all my worries soon drift away. Though I didn’t know how well making new friends would go, at the time it was a frightening thought for me. With

After a month, I started to become someone I wasn't; making friends with the wrong people and group. They weren't even my friends, I was just another person that made the group bigger, I was invisible to them. Wanting to be like them, I pushed people away that wanted to be my friend because they weren’t “cool” enough. My “friends” became less and less friendly towards me until we stopped talking. Wandering the halls alone, I realized I needed to be myself and not act fake.

For the duration of time amidst graduation and resuming my education I chose to instead take the time to better myself by means of coping with the hand I’d been dealt. High school was discouraging to say the least. Academically I was a failure, which was frustrating for everyone concerned, since it wasn’t a question of my intelligence, but my lack of motivation. Fortunately, I had a large support system, without which I wouldn’t have graduated, however, this support system was unconventional, including my dad and most of the faculty at Golden High School, which left me somewhat isolated from my peers. I struggled relating to most of my fellow classmates on a deeper than superficial level, which left me with only a few genuine relationships

All the friends I had were expelled from school, and I was left alone. But overtime I made new friends, ones who actually cared about my future, instead of my reputation. Thanks to some unbelievable faculty and a few good friends and student reform program on-campus I was able to find a new version of myself. I started getting more involved with leadership positions at school, I joined new sports I’ve never tried before, and even won a scholarship for college from an art competition. My life was falling back into place, but after graduation I knew I had to be something better, if I want to survive

Although the world seemed so cold, things weren’t always like this. The years leading up to this moment were much different. Anyone that met me knew I was always a social butterfly. Wherever I went, I had a friend to talk to. If I didn’t have a friend to talk to, I would make some. Making friends was as easy as breathing and just came naturally to me. My ability to make friendships had no boundaries. There were many times in my childhood that we went on vacation to Myrtle Beach. Every time we went on vacation, I insisted on meeting everyone staying near our condo. By the end of the first day staying there, everyone knew my name. We couldn’t walk anywhere

I saw people volunteering,getting jobs,participating in their student council etc, while I started getting so shy that I couldn't even ask the teacher for help when I needed it.I was stuck in my enclosure and dug myself so deep in the hole that I couldn't get out of it.Until I met new friends and started to trust again. I figured out that I couldn't get out the hole myself so I needed people to help me get out of it

While rehearsing after school for a plays my Sophomore year, I found my friend in a classroom, crying and sitting with his back towards me in the corner. He told me he felt like everyone disliked and disapproved of him, and that he faced everyday with hopelessness and constant depression. He had considered suicide. This was a familiar danger at school because of another classmate who had ended her own life the summer before. I was gravely shocked to learn of my friend’s suffering. We spent a lot of time together and I never had a clue that he was struggling. Since that conversation and all those that followed, I never have assumed anything about the people that I encounter based on what they present on the surface. Thanks to my friend’s trust

I watched some old friends change into strangers who used drugs and drank alcohol. I saw this and I took care not to follow them. I surrounded myself with people who made me want to improve, genuine friends who excelled in school and pushed me to be an excellent student. My English teacher directed me to music and books I was unfamiliar with. Songs and stories aided me through any troubles I involved myself in by giving me an alternate reality. I became chary of some of life’s hardships as I met people with home lives not as fortunate as mine. However, these people are strong enough to conquer it, and be positive enough to make it through. A person must lay those tracks of strength and

I had always been a sweet, social girl who helped my classmates through their own tragedies, so it came as a shock when others did not recognize that right away. As I would drive away from my school, I saw numerous friend groups walking and laughing with each other. And it made me picture the past years of how my friends and I played tag on the playground. The point in time when we didn’t realize we were making unforgettable memories, we just knew that we were having fun. I envied everyone around me who had multiple confidants to count on. And soon after, the jealousy that I had for others took over and utterly left me depressed and alone.

Hope Rebecca Davis, a little formal don’t you think? You’d think that my parents thought I was going to be the hope of the world or something of that sort, but that is the farthest from the truth. I was named Hope just because my mom thought that Hope was a “pretty” name. As you know that was probably a bit disappointing for me, but my name represents a great deal to me. Hope means to have a feeling of expectation or desire for a certain thing to happen… then I considered the following, I can be the person in the world that makes these things happen. I can be the change in this unfluctuating society. I can be the person I want to be when I grow older, I just don’t know what I desire to do yet. But experiences in my life such as these are going to guide me to where I need to be.

At the age of four, my parents divorced and my life as I knew it changed forever. I moved to nine different schools before graduating high school and was raised by a single mother. The most brutal reminder, however, was our family dinner. I remember all too well the taste of stale bread and damaged foods purchased from consignment grocery stores. In a sense, I lived the stereotypical Appalachian life in Wise County Virginia, which lies directly on the border of Eastern Kentucky. The way I found to best cope with my situation as a child, was to respect what my mother could do to provide for her children. To this day, my mother and I have a very close relationship. We rely on the advice of each other for anything from emotional support to her business ventures. Through the times in which she struggled to provide for her children, our family learned together that cohesion and cooperation could pull us out of any circumstance. My grandfather was a mortician, community leader, and CEO of Norton Community Hospital for 40 years, which is a small hospital in Southwest Virginia. I spent most of my early childhood with my grandparents and without this upbringing may have never found my interests in medicine. Living in Appalachia, I witnessed a decline in the health of my family, friends, and neighbors at an unusually rapid pace. My upbringing gives me a perspective on the need for patient-centered and cost-effective healthcare. I learned to make the most out of every situation and

It was a new year of school, everyone coming back and seeing each other was either a happy or unpleasant experience. I felt it was time to open up and reach out to new people, but my journey to this realization did not emerge without any roadblocks of course. In my entire school experience, stretching from 7th grade until 11th grade, I had kept myself on lockdown. The real Sofi was a goofy, caring person underneath the serious and slightly scared mask that was my expression. For example, I remember being humiliated as my 7th grade teacher read my text messages aloud to the class. I stood there with a hardened face but deep down, all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and not exist. My long time best friend was one of the only people that saw the real me this whole time. Before Junior Year, I have had people who did not know me tell me, “You look like you’re someone who people are afraid to talk to, ” and, “You have good grades? I thought you didn’t care about anything!” Outside, I showed little emotion to this eye opening statement but deep down I was struck to the core. All I wanted was to not be known as the “weird girl” from middle school, so I tried to be as serious as I possibly could. Did I really want to be the cold, emotionless human people saw almost every day? I began to ask myself how do I change for the better. I vividly remember one summer night. I had come to my mother, terrified that I would be as lonely as I was forever. Only having that one person in my life that I had a connection to and hung out with me was gut wrenching. My mom told me to be as open as I possibly could and be honest with the people around me. I wanted to start, but I had no idea

This past summer I did something that will change the way I live forever: I got a job. Whenever we are growing up and see something we want, we ask our parents to buy it for us. We don’t really worry about the cost of things or whether we really need it or not. It’s a lot different when we pay for things ourselves. This past summer I got my very first job! I have always loved the idea of growing up and having freedom. However there are some moments when it is really hard to work.