When I think back upon all of the life changing experiences I have encountered in the past, I tend to give myself a pat on the back. Because when I look back, I see all that I have overcome and accomplished with the help of my mother, brothers and role models. Nevertheless I can honestly say that I am proud of who I am today, who I 've grown up to be. I am currently seven-teen years of age and I will be eight-teen years old in two weeks. I am undeinably positive that I have been in a greater mass of more troublesome situations than most of my peers in my age group. One experience I will share has to do with me , my family and how we survived. At the juvenile age of ten my father who had been there for me as long as I could remember walking out on me, my four other brothers and my warm hearted mother.
I was young at the time, so none of what had transpired really clicked in my head just yet. At the time I was astounded, I couldn 't really put it into reality that my father had really gone his own …show more content…
A little voice in the back of my head that we know as our conscience kept on telling me not to lose hope that he was still coming back, but that hope soon faded. I started having numerous inconsolable days. During the day I kept to myself and some nights I would cry because I couldnt sleep, I was too busy thinking about him and when he was going to return or if ever planned on seeing my face again. You can say I entered into the stage of depression, my mother was there to comfort me but it didn 't really help. Before he had left I used to adore making friends, however after he left my social life changed for the worst. My teachers and some of my close friends noticed, but i refused to tell them any of my business it was kind of embarrassing. I felt abandoned, that no one really cared for me. So I ultimately came to conclusion and decided to let go of
I was young at the time, so none of what had transpired really clicked in my head just yet. At the time I was astounded, I couldn 't really put it into reality that my father had really gone his own …show more content…
A little voice in the back of my head that we know as our conscience kept on telling me not to lose hope that he was still coming back, but that hope soon faded. I started having numerous inconsolable days. During the day I kept to myself and some nights I would cry because I couldnt sleep, I was too busy thinking about him and when he was going to return or if ever planned on seeing my face again. You can say I entered into the stage of depression, my mother was there to comfort me but it didn 't really help. Before he had left I used to adore making friends, however after he left my social life changed for the worst. My teachers and some of my close friends noticed, but i refused to tell them any of my business it was kind of embarrassing. I felt abandoned, that no one really cared for me. So I ultimately came to conclusion and decided to let go of