My Goal In Life

Throughout my childhood, I was fairly optimistic about life. I wanted to be the first female Pope. I was the model student, daughter, and friend. I took the classes my mom wanted me to take. I played the instruments my mom told me to play. I participated in three sports every year. I was a nationally ranked debater. I did hundreds of hours of community service. I worked hard. Then, I hit sophomore year of high school. I started to rebel. I began to question why it is I did everything to please my mother. Why is that my only goal in life? Is that the correct thing to be doing? Is what she wants for me what I actually want for myself? And then it happened.
August 12, 2011. I went to a small gathering at the home of a friend I had known for ten years. The same people that I always partied with were there. All of the people there I had known for five years or more. We did what high …show more content…
I could stop fighting and simply let this be what would break me or I could look up to the one comfort I had known my whole life, God. I read the Bible cover to cover. It did not help. I still could not admit to myself what had really happened. I read the Torah. Still, I could not admit to myself what had happened. I read the Quran. Still, I did not know what to do. I decided to let it go. I pushed myself harder than I had ever gone in my life. I graduated high school with honors and resume packed so full that it looked as if I had not slept for years. Though, to an extent this was true. I had not slept well or ate healthily since that night. I got into the college of my choice with an esteemed invitation to be a part of their newest version of an honor’s program that would allow me to be put on the fast track to graduation. I had done it. I had done what everyone expected of me. Then, I started to process what had happened to me. I had free time, all of a sudden. I had a chance to look in the mirror…literally. I was so