Negative Speech

Growing up as a child the youngest of five siblings raised by a single mother from the south side of Chicago, Illinois I experienced many obstacles that I had to overcome daily as a child at a very early age. Chicago has one of the highest murder rates in the United States. The environment I grew up in was very detrimental filled with drugs and violence on every corner. My neighbors were drug dealers and drug addicts who were constantly fighting all the time. My mother worked two jobs full time seven days a week to maintain the household and financial responsibilities. At times I would sell chips, candy and juice in front of stores to make money so that I could help my mother pay the bills and I’d often have to take care of my sick grandmother

Despite the love and support of my family, I did succumb to making poor choices. I started hanging with the wrong group of friends, caring less about school, doing things the Lizmery now wouldn’t do. My perspective changed when I entered high school. I noticed how much of a rebel I had been with my family. I understood then, all the things that my mother had done and sacrificed to give my sister and me the world. I saw my sister earn her master's degree and buy a house. As the youngest, I had great role models in front of me. I knew that what I did in the next four years had to be drastic. I had to step outside of my comfort zone, leave the negative friends behind, and take my education

From the time I was born until the age of twelve, my family struggled with the basic necessities of life. My father worked endless hours in a factory, and yet somehow came home with a smile on his face. As a young kid, I never knew we were struggling. The thought had never occurred to me. As I got older I started to realize that my single father was working his life away to care and provide for his two little girls. He completely put aside his well-being because as long as his girls were cared for, nothing else mattered. Life was never easy, but as a young adult today, I have come to accept that my background has been a prerequisite for greatness, for it is our backgrounds that define who we are. The way we are raised, the way we are taught to believe, and the way we are taught to act, make us who we are today.

If I wasn’t raised by my godparents, I don't know where I would be right now. I would often think where I would be in life if I stayed with my mother. Now, my mother wasn’t a bad person or anything when I was young. She was just a teen mom, unexperienced basically. My mother and my Godmother met at a fair, my godmother saw my mother struggling trying to calm me down. She decided help, they made conversation and later found out that my godmother was my father’s

The environment in which I was raised changed a lot as i grew up. When I was very young I lived in a extremely violent space due to my father and the only person I could depend on was my older sister, my mother was always in a different room due to what he wanted. Eventually she got brave enough to leave and take my sister and I with her to my Grandmother's house and send my father to prison. From that point for a couple of months maybe my sister and I were home schooled by my uncle and we felt safe and happy, my mom wasn’t home a lot because she wasn’t in a good place and she had to work. He helped raise us I’m not sure why maybe it’s because he just a good person or he felt bad for my mom either

I lived in a small trailer home with my mom, dad, older brother and younger brother. I loved that little trailer, even if it was not the best, I still called it home. Even though I loved that place, there were times when I noticed that my parents would struggle financially and they wanted us to have more than a little home, they wanted the best for us. There were also personal difficult obstacles we had to overcome as a family. As a result, my mom went back into college to study for a Registered Nurse. I didn’t spend as much time with my mom as one child wishes they could, but I knew she was working lots of hours and going to class just to be able to give us the life she thought we deserved. The same applies for my dad, I knew he would come home from work in pain, exhausted, but he was doing it all for his kids. As I was growing up and noticing these things about them, I began to admire them and loved how

I was a good student and she did not play about school work and grades. If I brought papers home with anything less than a B she was going off. Saying things like you have Grape Nuts (the cereal that looks like little pebbles) for a brain. Basically tearing me down for not meeting her standard. She’d go in, if my dad was around he’d shut her down, but then they’d get to arguing and fighting (actually fighting one another, they fought often about everything. He stabbed her with a fork. She beat him with a table, and pulled out a gun) A crazy childhood, like a lot of people; no pity party though ( Even when he would come for visit and they has been separated for years they would fight each other). Once my parents separated the verbal abuse was more often (calling me out of my name etc.). My mother is very particular about her house, it has to look immaculate at all time (even now). How you going to have an immaculate house when you have two kids? If anything was messed up, I would get in trouble, not my brother who may have done it. We were treated differently. She would beat me until I’m whelped up. Drag me down this long hall in our house at that time by my hair, choke me (you get the point). Here I am as an elementary school age kid asking myself why does this women who is supposed to love me and care for me treat me like this. Just like with your dad she wasn’t all bad,

It is obvious that life is not easy and every normal person faces events that they struggle with. One huge event changed everything at such a young age and the effects of one major decision will forever impact my life. When I was only two years old, my parents decided to divorce because they were not compatible for one another. With myself being so young at the time, I did not comprehend what was happening until I grew up more but, little did I know my life would change so much. About a year after my parent’s divorce, they both got remarried and I had a step mom and step dad. Since I was so young I considered both to be another set of parents to me. My step mom had another daughter who I got to grow up with. We always have gotten along and even now we are very close. My

Growing up as an only child for 12 years, with the strict and stern parents I noticed how maudlin they are towards me. When I was younger I thought all the berating was just to prove I wasn't infallible, and how inane I am. As I grow up to be wise and humble every day I distinguished my parents are scrupulous because they fear anything dreadful would happen to me. As of my parents cautious actions towards me I vicariously took their actions

C- Mental Illness globally is a growing disgrace. 1 in 5 adolescence have a diagnosable mental health disorder, and only 50% of teens would get help. This is awful, heartbreaking and unnecessary. 1 in 12 teens even consider suicide.

About four years later my mom kicked my dad out and then the following year they got divorced. It was absolutely awful. How do you go from seeing your dad everyday to seeing him every other weekend? I blamed myself for the longest time. Was it me? Could I have done something different to keep them together? I soon came to realize there was nothing I could have done. They were already apart in so many ways. I had to grow up a lot through the divorce. My mom had to work again and I had to take care of my four year old sister all the time. I never had the chance to really be a kid because I had to take on a lot of responsibilities. I also believed that love would never last. That I was bound to get a divorce too when I got older since my parents did. I look back now and come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t want them to be together. That whole experience changed me for the better. It taught me how to grow up, maybe faster than I would’ve liked, but taught me how to take on responsibilities. It gave me the jumpstart to the person I am

My mom used to beat me every single day. And I do not feel bad about saying this, it's in my memory and yet something tells me not to believe it. She not only beat me but my sister Angelica as well. I remember her beatings on myself more. If I think back to it I can almost feel how fearful I felt and how much I wanted her to stop. Anything or everything would make her go off on us. We were walking on eggshells. No matter how many times I tried my best to avoid making her mad or cause her to verbally abuse us, nothing worked. I grew up thinking I was a bad kid. I grew up thinking her actions and behavior were my fault. I found ways to keep her happy and she was always miserable. We never seen her genuinely happy for us, not a single day. Her

Have you ever thought to yourself before a game ‘wow I’m going to lose”, “I’m not good enough”, “I’m terrible at this” which was overexaggerating and de-motivating? Negative self-talk can affect your performance whether this is a decrease in your enjoyment, increase in your frustration and cause you to have increased stress or anxiety about your performance. The positive aspect about negative thoughts is that it is a learned behaviour which can be changed because if you can learn to be negative you can learn to be positive. The beneficial effect of self-talk on cognitive anxiety is consistent with theoretical statements that self-talk is the core of anxiety. Also, findings that by reducing negative or anxious self-talk results in less anxious states. This makes a lot of sense as have you ever been down on yourself and suddenly either yourself or someone else has said “you need to stop this and be happier” and all of a sudden, your entire mood changes and you are. One way to stop negative self-talk is to recognise your negative thought, have a cue to stop you whether this be saying “stop” or “no” and then take a deep breath and replace it with a rational, constructive thought.

In life one has to start at the bottom and rise up to the top. There are going to be struggles along the way, but you will learn from those struggles. It won’t be easy and it will never become any easier, but that doesn’t mean you should give up. My mom and dad both grew up with a lot of restrictions of what they could do in life. Culture tyranny is a big part of why they couldn’t be as free as I am today. My mother grew up in poverty with no mother or father to give her the love she deserve. But she wasn’t alone, her grandparents were there at her side for a while until one of my grandparents slowly passed away from an unknown illness. My mother was deeply hurt, she felt alone, abandon and she felt lost in this world. Her uncles and aunts where the only ones that could take care of her, but it wasn’t the same as having the love a mother and father gives. I’m very happy that I was able to be part of this amazing family that I have now. Even if there have been some struggles and conflicts along the way. My parents have influenced me, from the bottom of my heart I love them. I was born in a small country name Guatemala on February 26, 1998. I was given birth at home which I thought was funny because throughout my life I have never heard of people being born in their houses except for me and my sister. When I grew older I met new people and learned that I wasn’t the only one born in a weird situation such as I had a friend born in a toilet and another born in a car. My parents

I disagree with the act that Colin Kaepernick pulled taking a knee that was highly disrespectful to our country and the soldiers that lost their life for us. Due to the U.S. politics (freedom, equality, and order) he had every right to take action of everything he did in that case. President Trump criticized NFL players who take knee during the anthem. From London to Boston to Oakland, athletes took a knee or locked arms in response to ignorant hectoring from Trump. The Pittsburgh Steelers, Seattle Seahawks and Tennessee Titans stayed in their locker rooms during the national anthem before their respective games on Sunday. Whether taking a knee or standing while putting a hand on a teammate kneeling in protest, these athletes are filling the moral chasm created by a president whose sympathy and empathy are reserved for the “very fine people” among the white supremacists, Nazis and otherwise bigoted racists marching unmasked in Charlottesville. Rather than taking a knee, most NFL players opted for a show of unity Sunday, locking arms ahead of their games amid criticism from President Trump who slammed players opting to protest during the national anthem. I believe we should have freedom but majority of the time, people use it for granted and would drag the situation. Like, Colin is getting paid millions of dollars not only to play for 49ers but to respect their fan base and represent their team, he taking a knee during the national anthem brought a lot of negative attention