Personal Statement: Dealing With Depression

My passion and determination to undertake study within the mental health sector dwells from the insight I have been privileged to gain in my current role as a link care coordinator, working with people who suffer from a range of ailments within the mental health spectrum; from learning disabilities, Alzheimer’s, Dementia, OCD, Autism to name but a few.

In that time I was working a full and part time job to help my mother out while she was on disability. In those years I had no idea what I wanted to do and lacked the passion that now drives me. I knew I needed college to be successful but I also knew I was the only one bringing income in for my family. My academics took a backseat for extra shifts and taking care of mother when she was ill. As I left my exam, I remembered that mother from the accident and how I couldn’t of taken care of her if I hadn't taken of myself and emotions. I had failed to do that with my own mother and academics when I started college. I still work a full and part time job as an EMT while pursuing my prereqs for PA school but my passion to become a PA has transformed my lackluster grades into making the dean's

Sophomore year I was told to go to a community college for a two-year degree. By my application to Ohio University, I picked the road that everyone thought I was not capable of. Although my transcripts are not perfect, especially my GPA and ACT score the reasons are complicated. The Tuesday of my ACT week I got into a survive car accident which left me with a brain swelling concussion. I had never taken the ACT and did not want to have October be my one and only time. Therefore I took the test anyway, which led to a horrible scoring rate. Although it was not my best overall I think that for having a concussion my writing was well done. Unfortunately my car accident injuries lasted for five months, leaving me busy and injured. I again took the

During my senior year in 2012, I decided to applied to universities however; my parents were not able to help me out financially. Since the Dream Act was not available until January 2013, I decided to attend a community college. I decided to enroll at Santa Monica College and then transfer to a university as a Physical Anthropology major. I took enough classes to be a full time student and still be able to help my parents around the house. My plan was to stay at Santa Monica College for 3 years and then apply for transfer; however, two of my most dear and closest family members became ill. My uncle, who has always believed that I could achieve great things in life, who gives the best advises in the world, and who taught me how to play the clarinet

I have worked incredibly hard to obtain skills from various organisations to better understand mental health. I decided I needed to acquire additional work experience to give my application some weight. I am tenacious by nature and therefore despite being somewhat academically inferior to my rivals, I make up for in passion, determination and professionalism. I can assure you my grade does not define my ability to work with vulnerable people, families and colleagues and I would really like the opportunity to demonstrate this at interview. I am keen to explore the depths of applying psychology to health and the behaviour-change processes involved with working with young people in particular.

I organized college trips with my school staff and a career day for the students. I joined the student government and worked closely with the administrative staff. I made a 180-degree turn in my life. The teachers didn’t believe I was the same girl who was missing class, had a couple of fights in school and recovering from depression. The summer of 2015 I attended summer school and night school so I was able to graduate in August 2015. I had classes Monday-Thursday, my first class started at 9:00 AM and my last class ended at 9:00 PM. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday I worked from 9:00AM-11:00 PM in the Dyckman Community Center. I felt like superwoman! It was overwhelming but I knew this was the consequences of my actions freshman year. It was hard but it wasn’t impossible and I was able to motivate other students as well. They saw how dedicated I as to graduating and many students followed my steps. I graduated in August 2015 and received an award for the best intern of the year. I took a semester off because I didn’t want to go straight to college three weeks later after going to school for 12

College can be extremely hard, emotionally and intellectually. Students are thrown into an environment where they have to become completely self-sufficient, if they weren’t already, and find out who they want to be. Classes are harder and the homework is more involved, and we are expected know what right and wrong is, in a world full of completely wrong choices happening around us. Simply put, college is stressful and confusing, but wonderful at that. Some students find themselves struggling with alcohol, or dating. My struggle over the past year has been my inability to ask for help with depression.

Mental health counseling gives me a positive outlook regarding my life. I feel that Walden University will certainly prepare me to be an effective mental health counselor. The mental health-counseling program at Walden will prepare to care for individuals with various mental issues. I am positive that I will learn how to aid my clients with mental health problems through various programs and services. Being that its imperative to display excellent listening skills, memorandum, and deliver positive replies with kindness.

During high school my mother suffered from two minor strokes, a benign brain tumor; she still has slight paralysis. When this occurred during my junior year of high school my grades didn't turn out as well as I wanted them to. I made my mother's well-being my main focus. I knew that my half-brother wouldn't be able to help take care of my mother since he worked and lived in Texas. I took on the responsibility to take care of her and the two flat income property that we live in. I still take care of her presently and that is why I chose to attend Oakton Community College, until her health stabilized. I have been able to stay focused at Oakton with the help of the staff at Oakton and my mother’s health improvements. I have learned from the faculty

Major Depressive Disorder or MDD is a very common clinical condition that affects millions of people every year. According to the Agency for Health Care Policy & Research, “ depression is under diagnosed & untreated by most medical doctors, despite the fact that it can almost always be treated successfully.

From the second I was born to this very day, everything has been done for me. My father does the laundry, my mother cooks dinner, and both of them take turns cleaning the house. I have always been dependent on my parents to help me with everything life throws at me, so when they left it up to me to decide what career I wanted to pursue, I was lost.

My college career has been a long process. I started attending college right out of high school and during the duration of my course work, I experienced numerous personal challenges. My first challenge was that my parents were unable to help me pay for college. Therefore I had the responsibility to pay for it myself and in order to do that, I needed to work full-time. Being a full-time employee only allowed me to take classes part-time and as a result, my educational career started off slowly. I attended regularly for a few years, but then there was a bump in the road...marriage and two children. I delayed my college education for a period of time as a result of my obligations to my family and my full-time employment. I was able to continue with my education for several more years, and then another bump in the road…divorce. I was now faced with being a single mom having the total responsibility of supporting my children and giving them a good life. I knew I would be unable to do that successfully without a degree, so I decided I needed to get myself back to school. I still had to attend part-time, but I was moving forward. After several years went by, along with another few years of off and on attendance, I was again faced with another challenge. I was downsized by my long-time employer during the last recession and was faced with the daunting task of job hunting. This experience caused me to finally make the commitment to complete my bachelor’s degree. I

I was always awkward sexually, I don’t mean awkward in the sense of performing coitus but rather everything else. During sex I rather enjoy myself as any young man would, but before the act and after It where the awkwardness kicks In, Is where I find myself loathing the world and the person I am about to, or have recently just fucked. Usually young men enjoy the chase and thrill of courting. My best friend prefers this to sex itself, he believes that “It is a canvas in which only the best artists are capable of painting on”. In some ways Intend to agree with him and then reality kicks in and I remember that people are disgusting creatures, before, during (especially during) and after sex.

My depression was so bad that there were many times that I would cry in my husband’s arms for no real reason at all. I felt safe there and he would just listen to me and hold me. I wasn’t sleeping at night, my mind was racing, it wouldn’t shut down, so I could sleep. I knew I needed help and I saw my doctor. She already knew about everything with our daughter, told her some things from my childhood and the things that our daughter’s friend had been going through and she agreed that it all probably triggered my depression. I was asked if I wanted to go into counselling and I did not. I felt I talk freely with anyone that I knew about my past and what I had been through, I did not need to discuss it with a stranger. So, medication was prescribed, I was started on 150mg of Wellbutrin daily and Ambien so I could sleep. After two weeks I returned to my doctor and nothing had changed except I was getting some sleep. She doubled my dosage of the Wellbutrin, that made the difference. Once I was stable with my mental health returning to more normal, the Wellbutrin was lowered to 150mg and I no longer needed the Ambien.

Hey. So first I want to say that this is not an excuse for my actions. I hurt you and regardless of anything that caused me to do that, I am sincerely sorry for doing that. I don’t know how to put it into words how sorry I am. I care for you so much and I hate that I cause pain to those I care about. So I’m writing this to hopefully say things in a clearer way, to say what I want and what I mean to say without getting confused or overwhelmed trying to express myself. More importantly I hope it allows you to understand my thoughts and actions in this incident and also on a day to day basis in my life.