The Struggles of My Life

high year, but the experience has made me who I am today. Depression overtook my life at the age of 13, and I had to be taken away for my own safety. I was a danger to myself and it had everyone worried about my well being along with me. After being sent away to a mental facility I had mastered different coping skills to help me recover from my illnesses and disorders. I spent an entire week working on just me and not having to worry about fitting in with the others or being judged, based on my flaws. As I knew I was safe and that we all had something in common being there. Later release, I continued my way to recovery with the help of support from my family and friends. Once at my best, I began to see the beauty of the world and realized how important happiness really is. I accomplished not to let the scars of my past tie me down. There was one major lesson I did learn and that was my inner strength to keep me going. Due to the fact that the medical field helped me without judgement, I know I am going to help others.

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

The constant worrying and overthinking consumed my life. My fear began to run my life and eat me alive. I was in a horrible mood at all times and did not want to be talked or touched. The sadness surrounding me seemed to be pushing people away, leaving me feeling even more alone than I actually was. Sometimes, I am still like this, hostile and cross, but as I have gotten older, these episodes become less frequent and less severe.

sports, music, and other organizations). However, my senior year, a combination of stress and family turmoil pushed me into a place I’d never been before. I didn’t know how to handle my emotions and my whole life seemed to start falling apart, but I didn’t know how to fix it and pick up the pieces. I constantly felt overwhelmed by everything. I was easily discouraged by difficult assignments, I had no self-confidence, and I had no will to be social or be involved in everything I once cared so much about. I slowly isolated myself as much as I could, and all of my friends slowly left me alone. The worst feeling I’ve ever had was that I wanted to kill myself. I thought about suicide a lot, and like Eric, I wanted to have a successful suicide. I even almost attempted it once, but I’m too scared of pain. It got to the point to where I’d try to think of all the painless ways one could go, but even then there were uncertainties with each way I contemplated how to die. Much like Eric, here were weeks on end, where all I could think of was how much I wanted to do was be dead and gone from the world. I saw no point in anything I did, what little motivation I had, dissipated away and I was just so unhappy. I don’t remember going more than a day without crying at some point, because I just felt like life was so terrible. I was always the

I changed, with the help of family, friends, and therapists. I am ever thankful to them, and I have learned to appreciate the good things in life, the small ones. I know that being pessimistic is not the way to go. If we want to be strong and overcome the trials in our life that may hit us when we least expect it, we have to look at the silver lining, the ‘bright side’ of things. When all you think about are the events gone wrong in your life, why is that life worth living? Point is, it’s better that you pull the thorns from your side as soon as you can, not to let them

In therapy, I discovered that I was codependent. I was constantly manipulated by my mother, desperately needing her approval, but to no avail. As I learned to cope with everything my mother had put and puts me through, I realized my self-worth. I was able to help people again. Not only could I help people again, but I willingly accepted help, especially from my therapist. I would talk for four sessions in a row with her never saying anything, and I would reach the conclusions to the problems myself. That’s when I realized that a therapist is exactly what I want to be for the rest of my life.

Turmoil and survival. I am a child of genocide survivors. My parents have shared with me stories of what they saw as children running towards the Thai border from Cambodia as they were fleeing from the Khmer Rouge. They left their homes and came to America for a better life. Their stories gave me courage to survive my own turmoil. They always told me to focus in school and do well so I can be successful. However, school was not the easiest thing for me. I’ve always struggled and there were multiple times where I just wanted to give up. I was bullied in 8th grade which caused me to go into a depression. This caused me to give up on life in general. What kept me going were my parents’ stories. While my parents had their journey dealing with their experiences, I have had to deal with experiences in my own way as well. As a result of my self-realization, I began to my journey of rediscovery. I was determined to take back my life. Along the way of my educational journey, I learned that I am just like my parents who never gave up. Throughout my high school experience so far, I discovered what it means to persevere as a student with bad teachers.

Problems with my parents were the main reason why I fell into depression. I used to cut myself and I tried to kill myself more than once, I felt that I didn’t matter but I tried my best to continue. In

You know growing up I never had a “fairytale” childhood. My parents fought, my sisters and I didn’t get along. Yes, I know that we had good times. I am aware of that. But it just got really hard some days. And that is what threw me into a funk. Then when I

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

Life has had its ups and downs for me.Like most people, I struggle with a host of issues

I went through a period of my life where I was depressed and angry. I

In life everyone will face some form of hardship. Some people may not go through as many hardships as some others might but we all still have our own personal problems. In my life I have not faced many hardships like some others have which I am very grateful for such things not happening to me. But even though I haven't gone through many hardships I have still had my own fair share of personal hardships. One such hardship I have gone through twice is overcoming the death of a loved one.

Throughout my life, I have faced many challenges and obstacles that stood in my way. No matter the magnitude or even if there seemed to be no way possible, I always try and find a way. Every challenge that I have faced always required my maximum effort and was followed by success or failure, but this one is different. This is a challenge that I would have never in my life saw coming, this was a challenge where there was no succeeding or failing, but overall it made me a completely different person.

In life, we all go through challenges and it’s either we face them or walk away from it. Growing up, people will always have different ways of handling things that happens in their life. We can’t know what could happen and how we handle it because life is unexpected. As I see it is that if you tend to keep making the same mistakes, you’ll never get passed your past and if you learn from all of your mistakes, you can move forward with your life. Everyone has faced their challenges in their own way and not everything in life will be easy because I can tell you right now that no one’s life is perfect. Everyone has their flaws, but they're perfect in their own way possible.