One of the hardest things to do is to figure out who you are as a person. For a long time I thought I knew who I was. My parents taught me to be selfless and kind despite what others do to me. I lived a life sheltered from the harsh truth that sometimes being kind all the time leaves the door open for someone to walk all over you. The people that showed me this side of the world were none other than the girls I called my best friends. After that, I learned a little something about myself and something that I could teach other people. I learned about being confident in myself and that standing up for yourself makes you a stronger person, Since grade 6, I have been friends with the same people. Being new to the school, I took the opportunity …show more content…
The longer I spent with them, I discovered that they were very passive aggressive towards each other and would spend time gossiping about each individual in our group. However with me, the ridicule and disapproval came upfront – a fact of life that to this day, I cannot conclude was a blessing or a curse. They mocked me for my naïve views on life, for believing that it was okay to be an outcast; that being different was not a bad thing. Their happy faces as their sickeningly sweet voices ordered me to tie their shoes, get them food, and follow them wherever they needed me. From grade 7 to high school, I endured 2 years of torture from the people I called my friends. Today, I am especially saddened by the fact that I remained oblivious to this treatment because I was so addicted to what little attention they gave me. I was a lost lamb; too scared and vulnerable to speak up. I hated myself for never satisfying their command. I became isolated from everyone including my family. I tried to force a circle into their square shaped box. I was their dancing monkey, a pet for them to play with when they were bored. My only purpose for them was to do the things they could not. I was the slave, no, the puppet of the …show more content…
With her support, along with the support of the rest of my family, in grade 10, I found the strength to fight back. The lamb became a lion and I discovered how to defend who I was and who I wanted to be. My journey to the person I am today began, the moment I finally had the courage to leave them. With that one action, I blossomed into a rose; beautiful and sweet, yet I still had thorns to protect the person I became inside and out. Not one person pushed me around ever again because I learned to value myself above all
The first year of school seemed to go by fast. I liked all of my classes and I had met a lot of pretty great people. Although I did not really have a whole lot of people I considered my friends until towards the end of the year. I started sitting with my friend Taylor at lunch. We talked and walked together after our classes. We sat at a table with three other girls named Emilee, Tiffany, and Bri, They seemed to be pretty good people. I sat with them for the rest of the year and now Emilee is my best friend.
I have titled this document with consideration of the audience I am writing to. They would not be too familiar with any particular discipline
We are cultured to believe that we must continuously be following the rules that have been set before us and we must respect our elders because they know what is best and we obviously do not. Mihaly Csikszentmihayli, a Hungarian psychologist who graduated from Clarement and the author of “The Evolving Self”, wrote an article which discusses the need to recreate ourselves into the best person that we can be as well as the many struggles that we face in trying to achieve the perfect self. His essay recognizes our own individual uniqueness as we try to generate some sort of harmony amongst ourselves. Csikszentmihayli mentions many ideas about both of these factors while Barbara Mellix, who has a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing and taught
Before I lost my innocence I was care-free, and full of love. But I grew up and my peers began to tease me. “Am I really fat, ugly, stupid and dorky”? I thought. Every loving part of me was torn apart piece by piece by my young peers like wolves on the prowl. Every fault and every flaw I owned was brought to my attention. This teasing spawned an anger in me so strong that every aspect of my life was destroyed. I began to rebel towards any kind of authority as a way to protect myself. I felt that every breathing thing was out to hurt me.
I spent most of my childhood in front of a two-way mirror tied down with microphones and bombarded with tedious questions. As I grew, the silliness of an adult asking me to repeat words soon was outgrown as the harsh reality of being judged and observed was exposed. A lot a children attend speech therapy at a young age to get rid of their babyish slurs but for some, we continue the gruesome process of being assigned to a therapist, trying, failing, and being pasted to the next until you’re old enough to know that chances are you will sound like this forever and even the most intense therapy won’t help. Having everything you say criticized at a young age creates someone with dangerously low self-esteem and shyness towards everyone from classmates
When I started my freshman year, I was really insecure in who I was and what I wanted to do. I was still really shy and never really showed anybody who I really was. A couple months into the school year I met my best friend. She taught me that it is okay to be you and that you don't have to satisfy everybody to satisfy yourself. I struggled to overcome this obstacle for a year. My main desire was to please everybody before myself and I learned that all I had to do was please myself and my needs. Now, doing what I want, being myself and not being scared about showing it to others, I have begun the journey of overcoming the trial of thinking I am not good enough for the world. This journey has gone on for year and is still going on. The journey of overcoming my differences, finding myself, and not allowing others to determine what, or who, or why I am. I will never forget what my friends did for me. To this day, these great young women still influence my life and are still a pushing factor in me overcoming the
Cold is a subjective term used to describe the feeling of the absence of heat, and without light, there is only darkness. One of these can only exist with the existence of the other and in spite of it. She could be compared to the times when this rule was ignored; the cool day was filled with kinetic energy, and the pitch-black room was spilling over with the brightest light that anyone had ever seen. This, however, did not mean that she was full of light and warmth, but rather that she encompassed both the dark and the light while she had no ties to either side. This quality is negligible in most scenarios, and in many, she could romanticize herself into an edgy wanderer with a greater understanding than that of her peers. Although, when she faced a massive dilemma, she could not find a way to rationalize her inability to commit into something amazing. There was no way that she could make sense of how quickly she lost hope in her relationship with the knowledge that someone else in the world cared about her.
You make some interesting point in your post this week. I believe that EMR can make charting easier, however, this is dependent on the system your organization uses and the tools built into the system. It was told to me that my organization bought the lower version of EPIC. Having not seen the advanced system, I can truly say it would be easier but that is what was told to me by someone who works for EPIC. Our former system, Picis, allowed for more detailed charting and was easier on the eyes.
In the beginning of 8th, most of my friends had different class hours as me. Which meant making new friends and meeting new people the best thing in the world (sarcasm). But what I didn’t know back in the beginning is that I would soon meet two of my now closest friends this year. Those two people being Michelle Rose Barnvos and Luke Bucaro. I met Mich in a group project where we had to make a roots video. Another one of my friends, Gianna was also in the group. I knew her more than Michelle before we became good friends. Plus she was the only person in the class I was good friends with, so I joined her group and met Mich. After the roots video, Mich and I got to know each other better and soon became really good friends. I didn’t really know
Looking at the various options from Thursday's readings, I would like to recant my previous opinion for the soul to be the enduring self. Looking at the course material, I would still agree with this. To add in this weeks readings I think Hegel is onto something with the power struggle and the heading of the Relational self.
As the very first semester of my college career is coming to a close I can’t help but to look back at how much I have grown since the beginning. Coming into college at Valdosta State I read a few things about Freshman Learning Communities (FLC) and decided on the day of orientation to join one. Doing this was the first best decision I had made at Valdosta State. Being in the FLC I was placed in has taught me many things like teamwork in Documenting Student Success, speaking and communication skills in Public Speaking and how to develop and write a paper in English. Although all of those things are important to me one class in particular stood out to me. The English class I was in gave us outcomes which were what was expected out of the students
The knowledge in The Divided Self is acquired by an empirical phenomenological method. After setting all theories and knowledge methodically aside, Laing shared patients’ lived experiences and reflectively described what is essential to these individuals’ psychology. Although it is often naively presumed that case studies can provide only idiographic knowledge, Laing found many commonalities, enabling him to describe one general path to schizophrenia.
In the article “Coming Home : Knowing land, knowing self, author describes the Connection of Native people to their land as a symbol of their connection to spirit of life itself. If it is lost it will lost its identity and also cause natural extension. This will separate connections between people. Author present the idea of western psyches and how it privileges hamper the indigenous people life style. Native people also has their local technique of healing diseases and pain. The myth of storytelling and Human-Animal transformation are interconnected bond with nature. These transformation myths are the evidence of most intimate relationships experienced by native people with their animal relatives (14).
Accept yourself as you are. When you continue to observe yourself, you will become consciously aware of who you are and because of it, you will be able to change your circumstances and turn your life around to your ideal, as after all our power lies within us, it is our inner state that attracts our outer
Many people live their entire lives not knowing who they truly are inside, which is a scary thought. Thankfully I was able to take many tests and quizzes to help define who I am to help me find a purpose and know or understand myself on a deeper level. My life has been affected deeply by a handful of traumatic experiences from a very young age. When I was about 5 my father and mother got divorced because he cheated and got another woman pregnant. He kicked us out of the apartment we had lived in and we moved in with my grandma and have lived there ever since. My dad still continues to find things to ruin in my life, but I have found it easiest if I let the past go and try to move on. When I was about 13 I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety, and it has been an uphill battle ever since. I have struggled with many things such as social anxiety, all the way to suicide. I am in a better place mentally now than I ever have been before, but the battle will never truly end. No one in my family deals with this so I was slowly outcasted or shown my feelings are not important. One day I hope they understand what it is like.