Growing up, I had trouble figuring out which group I belonged to. Between third to eighth grade I switched to the talkative kid, to the quiet kid, the trouble maker, the loner, the band, and the average kid. When I was in eighth grade I received an award for being the most artistic. It was a unanimous decision made by all of my teachers as well as my peers. I expressed myself through drawing, music, and writing. However, I was put into so much pressure to succeed that I stopped enjoying what I loved the most. I was so scared of failure that in high school, this idea of perfectionism stopped me from succeeding. I did not know who I was that I was a walking contradiction.
Over time, I disconnected from myself and others and I was depressed and lonely. I had problems recurring in my social life, school life, as well as my home and my personal life. I never wanted to tell anyone these problems because I did not want to be a burden to them. My parents were rarely home and I couldn’t even talk my …show more content…
I started to feel like that person who committed suicide. Eventually in a cold December around the time of finals, I collapsed to the ground, my face on the floor. All I could remember was that I heard my brother running to which I assume to get some help. I could not feel my surroundings and I just layed there, unable to get up. Minutes pass, “I thought you were dead”. When I had heard this and I found out that I was about to be taken to the hospital, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and stomach. Everything I had kept hidden inside for so long erupted and tears ran down my face. I hear my mother’s car arrive and everything withered to blackness. I was able to communicate to my worried mother again. Worried, my mother went to the counselor's the morning after to talk about my situation. I did not go to school that day. The day after, I was sent to the counselor’s to talk about my
Over time, I disconnected from myself and others and I was depressed and lonely. I had problems recurring in my social life, school life, as well as my home and my personal life. I never wanted to tell anyone these problems because I did not want to be a burden to them. My parents were rarely home and I couldn’t even talk my …show more content…
I started to feel like that person who committed suicide. Eventually in a cold December around the time of finals, I collapsed to the ground, my face on the floor. All I could remember was that I heard my brother running to which I assume to get some help. I could not feel my surroundings and I just layed there, unable to get up. Minutes pass, “I thought you were dead”. When I had heard this and I found out that I was about to be taken to the hospital, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and stomach. Everything I had kept hidden inside for so long erupted and tears ran down my face. I hear my mother’s car arrive and everything withered to blackness. I was able to communicate to my worried mother again. Worried, my mother went to the counselor's the morning after to talk about my situation. I did not go to school that day. The day after, I was sent to the counselor’s to talk about my