Throughout my life, though has not been very long, I have experienced many of things. Some events were life changing, some were just little bumps and crevices in which evolved me into the being I am today. The most powerful events were long-term periods of doubt or self-enlightenment, but the most occurring ones were the short-term periods of constantly shrouding one’s self into a pit of despair, longing and here and there a big spike of happiness. After reading Okahandja Lessons by Emily Rapp, it has shown a new perspective of life and has shown the way someone takes an event, it can be the smallest of things but can have possibly the harshest and most long-term effect on a person’s self-worth. In the narrative you find out Ms. Rapp
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Throughout the time I have been on this planet I have not always hated who I am. During my childhood (ages 4-10); I recall being the “Most Perfect Child”, I was awarded this by the drunkards and anyone in relation to them. But after the age of ten a shift happened either the realization I now have responsibilities and cannot mess it up or the fact I had to be dependent on myself and no one else. What I mean by this is that once I earned the maturity level of my age I was treated horribly; abused physically and mentally. I was always told I would not amount to anything; I am a quote on quote “an all-around fuck up” and that I could never get anything right. I was accused of using their money so they took the money I earned by helping neighbors with chores and selling my items of importance for food, clothes, and school supplies. All of these events have shaken me in to a doubtful, pathetic loaf of nothingness that screws up left to right always being reminded of each and every mistake. One good thing came out of it and that was a lesson; a lesson that I am still here and I am still alive a well, maybe not mentally but in all other aspects know that everything will be okay at some point. As I always liked to say, “After every storm there is a rainbow right behind it, even though it won’t last forever the struggle and triumph in the end is worth every painstaking
Throughout the time I have been on this planet I have not always hated who I am. During my childhood (ages 4-10); I recall being the “Most Perfect Child”, I was awarded this by the drunkards and anyone in relation to them. But after the age of ten a shift happened either the realization I now have responsibilities and cannot mess it up or the fact I had to be dependent on myself and no one else. What I mean by this is that once I earned the maturity level of my age I was treated horribly; abused physically and mentally. I was always told I would not amount to anything; I am a quote on quote “an all-around fuck up” and that I could never get anything right. I was accused of using their money so they took the money I earned by helping neighbors with chores and selling my items of importance for food, clothes, and school supplies. All of these events have shaken me in to a doubtful, pathetic loaf of nothingness that screws up left to right always being reminded of each and every mistake. One good thing came out of it and that was a lesson; a lesson that I am still here and I am still alive a well, maybe not mentally but in all other aspects know that everything will be okay at some point. As I always liked to say, “After every storm there is a rainbow right behind it, even though it won’t last forever the struggle and triumph in the end is worth every painstaking