What I Didn 't Stop Thinking About All The Issues With Our World Essay

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

A few years ago, life was a rollercoaster. My parents were constantly fighting and talking about a possible divorce. I felt that I was the blame for all the chaos. Occasionally, suicidal thoughts came into my mind. But something tells me that ending my life is a bad idea. I asked myself, “Would giving up on life like this leave a good impression for my younger brother?” With the moral dilemma, I kept telling myself that life does get better. It may be tomorrow, or the tomorrow after that. But I know that my tomorrow will eventually come. I told myself to “never let [my] feelings get [me] down. To open [my] eyes and look around.”

We had just celebrated the new year, a sign of new beginnings. The past fall my mother and I had a fight and were only communicating on a need to know. I had a boyfriend at the time, we had been dating for almost two years. I loved him and he loved me and I felt like nothing could ever go wrong, boy was I wrong. It was a cold morning, I woke up feeling strange but I could not quite figure out why. Jacob, my boyfriend, was the one who put the idea in my head. A couple hours later my life had went from just a normal nineteen year old, to being a nineteen year old facing being a mother. I was pregnant and there was nothing I could do to change that. Telling my parents, especially my mother was nearly impossible, “[a]nd after seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again, something inside of me began to die” (Tan 321).

A cause that every individual should think about how to resolve such sadness in the world is mental health. Mental health had ruined many childhoods of many and the lives of many. The issues of mental health have increasingly grown throughout the years, here in Canada. One in five Canadians suffers through mental health, and the twenty percent of teens in Canada affected by mental health, and substance abuse issues. For mental health is drowning many teens around the world from physical, verbal, social and cyberbullying at school and even at home. This leads them into a deep depression to where untrue things pop in their perfectly innocent minds. In the first place, they require my voice and yours to speak up for themselves. To be able to express

As we grow older, we are promised our parents will always love us no matter how difficult love may be. Jeannette Walls lived a world of an alcoholic father fleeing when he was needed most, an almost careless mother who often fantasized her life without the four children she “loves”, and always bullied for how poor or skinny she appears. Jeannette and I are similar through the close connection we have with our fathers and we are different by how we grew up.

She reached over to the table beside her and grabbed the glass of ice water, sipping it before placing back down where it belonged and diving back into her computer again “Starting when I was around 3, I always had a constant obsession with one boy band or another. I jumped from one teen heartthrob to another over the years. Most of my conversations with my mother from about age 5 'til my early teens revolved around “my future husbands” as I called them.” Her fingers moved nimbly as the story began to unfold, “I would describe the life I plan to lead with them or the children I wanted to have. Within these conversations with my mom or grandma, they always managed to throw in things like ‘What if you bring home a girl instead’ or one would say ‘Well I can’t wait to meet this husband’ and the other would shout ‘or wife’ from the other room. At the time it made me mad and I would always respond with things like ‘MOMMMM I LIKE BOYS STOPPPPPP’ and storm out of the room. When I look back, I often wonder if they were trying to brainwash me or if they just saw something I didn’t, but it was a sweet way of reassuring me no matter who I love they would always accept me. At the time I never thought anything of it, I liked boys, boys were cute and that’s what the world had taught me. Girls like boys, boys like girls, and

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

At Crescent City I was starting to be labeled as the pregnant girl because I had lost the babies a month after school started. My mom chose to move to East Palatka that was the happiest day of my life to get away from there. I started school at Palatka High on September 18, 2014 within a day I was already in the dean’s office because of my cousin’s status on Facebook. After homecoming my ex-boyfriend broke up with me and I was fine I didn’t care. But then they all started to call me names when he broke up with my I was called Wal-Mart well now I’m fer-breeze because his friend through an air freshener at me and said we can smell you from over there when I got home I cried for about 3 hours I cried myself into a nap and when I woke up I had suicidal thoughts but I didn’t acted on them. Although I wish I had I didn’t I look like a big ball of sunshine but I’m not I get pushed to my limits and when I’m stretch to that limit I can’t handle things and I break I snap and I punch the wall or myself sometimes and I just think maybe it’s my fault maybe if I stop and think everything will be better and everything is getting better I have a feeling my life is going to turn around and god has a set plan for me

The misconceptions of my youth left me to feel alone and I longed for someone who could relate to my struggle. I constantly felt that I was being treated differently. I was constrained by the

In my youth, I was like every other child, completely oblivious to the world round me and the hatred it contained. I was a happy little girl who was a little to clingy to her mother, all though that didn’t last long. I have no memory of my dad between the ages 2-4 considering he was never home. I had quite an imagination so I was always daydreaming which gives me trouble today considering I can’t remember what of my early childhood was real. My parents split when I was two so I don’t have much of a concept of how my parents’ relationship was, although now I’ve come to know that it wasn’t at all good.

Fatigue and two jobs had ruined who both my parents used to be, and I began to value the little time I had with my mother more than ever before. This little time could not make up for the time I spent alone, however, nor could it assuage

Sophomore year I found a new life philosophy, “Breathe. It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.” Sophomore year I began to feel the deepest parts of my depression. Not many people know my struggle, because I was slightly embarrassed of what was happening to me. I didn’t want my friends to pity me or think of me differently. Maybe it was the heartbreak and loss of friendships that triggered it, but I vividly remember my sophomore year. I was angry at myself for feeling the way I did. My life was and is amazing. I have a wonderful family filled with all the love in the world. I have everything I could possibly need and so much more. How could a person who has everything be so sad? I didn't understand it or why it was happening to me. It wasn't just sadness or stress. It was a constant feeling of being

    In life, many things can be taken for granted - especially the things that mean the most to you. You just might not realize it until you've lost it all. As I walk down the road finishing up my teenage days, I slowly have been finding a better understanding of my mother. The kind of bond that mothers and daughters have is beyond hard to describe. It's probably the biggest rollercoaster ride of emotions that I'll ever have the chance to live through in my lifetime. But, for those of us who are lucky enough to survive the ride in one piece, it's an amazing learning experience that will influence your entire future.

Today I am so tired that I can't even barely talk straight. I can't feel my feet, my headaches and my back hurts really bad. The world is beautiful, it has so many things to cherish friendship, love, flowers, the sun, music, sports. Anything can happen, However with all this beautiful things the hardship must follow. Enemies, Hatred, death, the dark, silence, being hit upside the head with a basketball, however without all the bad the good couldn’t exist. What I don’t understand and likely never will is that the world is unfair. Mean people could live great lives they would however just take all of it for granted. Good people can end out on the street and it’s not fair. the world is complicated, beautiful,

My parents took custody of my sister’s children, which then began the chaotic day-to-day home life that usually left me in tears by bedtime. I was in middle school at the time, as a middle school aged girl I felt a whirlwind of emotions. I wanted to do things that other kids my age were doing but that wasn’t always possible. With very mentally handicap children in our home it wasn’t easy to just invite a friend over to come spend the night, not only would my mom say no but also I was far too embarrassed. I wanted to go out and eat in a restaurant like I heard my friends talking about, but no, going out to eat with my sister’s children would be very difficult because they couldn’t sit still or refrain from making loud noises in public places. I wanted my mom to take my friend and I to the movies rather than always going with a friend and their mom, but my mom was always tied down to caring for my sister’s