On August 9th, 1996 I made my grand entrance into my family on my grandparents 32nd wedding anniversary, they always say that I’m the best gift they have ever gotten. I knew that this was no funny joke because I was truly raised and treated like some sort of prize. Though my parents divorced when I was just three years old I never lost shred of love, actually if anything I think I was blessed with more love. I had the luxury of staying with my grandparents often, who my brother and I were always closer with than my other cousins, and I loved going to both of parents houses. My brother being older was always protective of me and went out of his way to make sure I was always the happiest little girl you’ve ever seen. If you ask my mom she will
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He was an amazing athlete and I was good as well just not as passionate as him. My junior year I decided to not sign up for any sports, and it caused a pretty big rift between my family and I. The feeling of not being accepted sent me into a crippling depression for about three months I attended counseling twice a week and was prescribed Zoloft at only 16 years old. At first I felt like a freak on top of my depression but luckily my massive stress I went under and my diagnosis made my family kind of back off. In school I acquired a completely new group of friends and slowly started to move on from my identity …show more content…
My hometown highschool fills with a maximum of fifty kids per graduating class so I was a little more than shocked to go to a campus of over ten thousand students. After about a week of parties that actually terrified me I knew that I wanted more than anything to go home. Unlike when I was worried about what everyone else thought of me this time it was me being the bully to myself. When I got home I couldn't accept the fact that I was already a college dropout, my family and friends were actually happy to have me home so I was the only one being hard on myself. Even though I wasn't happy at college I really didn't want to be moved back in with my parents so the first few days were extremely hard, I stayed in my room applying for jobs for three
He was an amazing athlete and I was good as well just not as passionate as him. My junior year I decided to not sign up for any sports, and it caused a pretty big rift between my family and I. The feeling of not being accepted sent me into a crippling depression for about three months I attended counseling twice a week and was prescribed Zoloft at only 16 years old. At first I felt like a freak on top of my depression but luckily my massive stress I went under and my diagnosis made my family kind of back off. In school I acquired a completely new group of friends and slowly started to move on from my identity …show more content…
My hometown highschool fills with a maximum of fifty kids per graduating class so I was a little more than shocked to go to a campus of over ten thousand students. After about a week of parties that actually terrified me I knew that I wanted more than anything to go home. Unlike when I was worried about what everyone else thought of me this time it was me being the bully to myself. When I got home I couldn't accept the fact that I was already a college dropout, my family and friends were actually happy to have me home so I was the only one being hard on myself. Even though I wasn't happy at college I really didn't want to be moved back in with my parents so the first few days were extremely hard, I stayed in my room applying for jobs for three