My Epiphany Research Paper

Freshman year was almost the death of me; physically and mentally. That year was not all fun and games, and from this I had severe depression from the constant stress. The AP and Honors homework had taken a toll on me. Late sleepless nights, and with my parents on my back I was too stressed for a fourteen year old. Enough was enough I went to my parents and confronted them on the issue. Throughout my ninth grade year my parents were overbearing on me to do my school work, and during one of my therapy sessions I had an epiphany. Being the person I am, whenever I have an issue in my life I keep it buried until breaking point for me this is inevitable. Though I should be more open about my thoughts and issues from past events. I now am only …show more content…
During one of my many therapy sessions I sat on the same old lumpy couch, hearing the same therapist tell me how to resolve my problems, when life hit me like a bullet. The fogginess in my brain and eyes suddenly cleared and I realized I had completely messed up my life. My epiphany was a wake up moment that I will never have in my life again. I realized that if I do not accept the help I am getting that I may never get better. I refused to take my medicine and whenever it came to taking it, it always ended up with me in the corner bawling my eyes out, with an argument of cacophonous noises from my parents. Thankfully for my known knowledge if I did not take the medicine I would most likely be dead or on the verge of death. When going to my sessions I would always sit there with the nefarious voice in my head telling me, “I do not need this, I am perfectly fine.” When it struck me that; no you are not fine and that without my parents’ lament, therapists’ willingness or the medication I would be …show more content…
I am currently facing the aftermath of depression. I am very thankful for my persistent parents to help me reach closure. At the same time they are still the ones who had caused me all of this stress and anxiety. I feel that my parents had only good intentions toward pushing me to do my best. A consequence of a lot of work is limited time; something I had little of. With help and my strive to progress I have put myself on a road to success. Ever since I finished my ephemeral therapy I try and stay as positive as possible to help combat times of sorrow. Being me, whenever I see one of my friends sad or just in a gaze I make it my duty to make sure they are okay. I always believe it is better safe than