My Story A Story

The activities I do outside of school is hanging out with my family and work. I do work at a fast-food restaurant. I work at McDonalds. I have worked there for about a year. I started at age 15. Within a couple of months I was their youngest Crew Trainor. Now i’m their youngest manager. I learned a lot

Outside of school, I spend my time doing a multitude of things. I spend my time being the captain on two hockey teams, working part time for my local YMCA, and studying for school.

After school I play basketball and ride my brothers scooter. I do not really do a lot of things after school because i’m usually with my parents helping them handle their business, so when I go home I only have time to take a shower, do my homework, eat, and go to

I know mostly everyone has a family, whether you see them or not we all have a mom, we all have a dad. However, no one's family is like mine. My family is as good as families get, if not better. I can’t even put into words how thankful I am for them. It’s not even just my mom and dad. It’s my grandmas, my grandpa's, my Aunts, My uncles, and even my cousins. I know if I was in need of help, I have my

She found family annoying. She found new things a threat. She even found life useless.

My family looks very different compared to most individuals. I have no relationship with my biological relatives, I went through foster care as a child but I was never adopted. I have created my own family through a friend. When I was a child I became friends with a girl named India who is a year older than me. We were inseparable and I quickly grew close with her parents, Lesley and Mark as well. I would spend days over at her house with them as neither of us were in a formal education system. India’s family was the one that showed me what a healthy family dynamic was and emotionally adopted me in to it.

Never thought about writing my story ‘cause only famous people have stories and I‘m not famous but I have a story. Seldom have I told my story publically but on that particular day I decided to share it. I was in New York to receive an award. I went to the front of the room and as I delivered my acceptance speech I began to recount my journey. I was perplexed because I could hear sniffles and women crying too. I raised my head and there was Mom, tears rolling down her cheeks. Wow, Mom crying too. What did I say?

On this occasion I will tell you of a story from my past. Five years ago I studied at a university in Aceh. I am reminded of story about one of my lecturers who was very beloved and praised by her students and was lost far too soon.

July 17, what should have been a normal day, but was far from normal. I woke up in my brothers room after falling asleep the day watching a movie with my brother Dalton and his “friend”. When I woke up it wasn’t the same as always, I woke up to hands touching me. During the time I was only 12 years old so I didn’t really understand what was happening until about 5 minutes later. When I finally realized what was happening I didn’t know what to do since it was getting worse. It started with hands on top of my clothes but it soon turned into way more when he put his hands down my shorts, and up my shirt. My brother was sound asleep beside me so I tried to wake him up, I tried to be as quiet as a mouse because my brothers “friend” thought I was asleep and I was scared if I moved to much he would hurt me even more. After about 10 minutes of me trying to wake up my brother and failing I quickly started to lose hope. Not knowing what to do anymore I turned my head to the left, towards my brother and started silently crying and during all of this the assault was still going on. But, little did I know it was far from over because he kept touching me for more long grueling minutes while I laied there dying a little bit more inside every second. Then, it happened a spark of hope, my little brother Logan came downstairs to wake us all up and tell us breakfast was read. Little did I know my brothers “friend” would shut that down right away by saying “Shh, she’s

My story begins when I was in 3rd grade and I was home alone. And I was 7 or 8 years old I’m the youngest of my siblings. During my third grade year I was a troublemaker only at home, at school I was what you call one of the goody goods. Me and my brother Colin, who is 2 years older than but acts like a kindergartner, well that my opinion would get in trouble all the time at home.

My life was one consisting of quite the amount of tragedies, however, as I tell my tale, I am careful in reminiscing of the delightful times that occurred throughout, despite all the burdensome moments I have endured. My story begins in the early twentieth century, when my parents birthed a healthy girl, a prepossessing little creature. I am delighted to say I had a merry childhood, as my wealthy parents raised me to be nothing short of whimsical, up until I reached my teenage years.

My Story….. When I was about the age of 6 years old maybe seven. I was sexually assaulted. I was at an elementary school which I will call Tree School for right now. So I had a family friend who I will call “James”. James and I were okay friends I guess. I was kind of a tomboy so I loved boxing and wrestling with boys. One day when I went to James house. We were wrestling and we decided to go upstairs because James had gotten a train for his birthday. So I went upstairs with him and asked to play with the train. At that time I didn’t really like barbies and stuff and this train was known as more of a boys kind of train but that’s not the point. Anyways so when I asked to play with the train he replied no. Of course being a stubborn

As fun as school activities are, I also do some things when I’m out of school. I do things such as boy scouts, I participate in church activities, and I play travel soccer. These activities help me rely on myself, mature as an individual, and also keep me in shape! They also help me relieve stress whenever I need something to do besides activities at school. What do you do in your off time?

From the outside looking in, my family seems like a “normal,” loving, caring family, but we aren’t. My parents can’t stand each other, so they are never together. My mom barely speaks to me; if she does, it’s just to yell at me or tell me about my faults. My sister and I have a good relationship now, but didn’t always. My dad has always been good to both my sister and I, and he and I have a semi-close relationship. The four of us have had so many problems throughout my life, but no one seems to notice. The only thing we do well together is attempt to look happy and healthy so no one finds out that we have some serious problems.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.