I have always loved books. Ever since I was little, I have immersed myself in hundreds of stories ranging from fiction to comic strips. I shut out the world around me and immerse myself in a story comprised of 26 repeating letters. Before I even open a new book, I decode the title, because really, the title is the first words you read in a story, and can oftentimes be the most powerful. So how do you pick a title? In some cases, a name can tell an entire story, omitting seemingly small details that are later woven into the pages of the story, like Percy Jackson or Alex Cross, but in most cases, a name isn’t quite enough. A message is the strongest way to title a story, the strongest way to sum up those some 400 pages. So how would I sum up
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Basically since birth, I couldn’t do things that normal kids could. I was too anxious to sleep away from home, even for a single night, could not go to summer camp, refused to join a group of people I didn’t know, and fought to be by my mother’s side every waking hour of every day. I had panic attacks in school. In second grade, I would leave class no more than fifteen minutes after arriving to campus and sow up to the nurse’s office complaining of a stomachache that felt like I had been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer. In 8th grade, I struggled through a week long summer camp that caused me so much trouble that my anxiety attacks left me in uncontrollable tears, and at the end of the week, with a best friend who refused to talk to me. I struggled through separation, long nights away from home, uncomfortable meetings with unknown people, panic attacks, and ultimately losing my best friend because of …show more content…
But not every struggle goes on forever. I had my first sleepover in 6th grade. I recall my friend’s mom throwing the curtains open and squeezing me into a hug that surprisingly did not break my ribs. I made new friends after that horrid summer at camp. I have four wonderful friends who stick by my side no matter how much I stumble, and I am so grateful for them. More than anything, I am ultimately glad I endured that summer camp because it helped me to realize the true value of friendship, and has taught me how to help others in their times of need. I can approach a group of people whom I have never met before and immerse myself in their conversation, meeting new people along the way. I am no longer shy. I spend days away from home, hanging out with my friends and enjoying the time I have left before college. Overall, I have learned to deal with the way that I am going to be for the rest of my life with the help of others. I am most thankful however for the people who have stuck by me, and always wanted the best for me. Since my diagnosis, I have seen three different therapists who have each given me a new kind of hope that I will be able to do these things, it will just take
Basically since birth, I couldn’t do things that normal kids could. I was too anxious to sleep away from home, even for a single night, could not go to summer camp, refused to join a group of people I didn’t know, and fought to be by my mother’s side every waking hour of every day. I had panic attacks in school. In second grade, I would leave class no more than fifteen minutes after arriving to campus and sow up to the nurse’s office complaining of a stomachache that felt like I had been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer. In 8th grade, I struggled through a week long summer camp that caused me so much trouble that my anxiety attacks left me in uncontrollable tears, and at the end of the week, with a best friend who refused to talk to me. I struggled through separation, long nights away from home, uncomfortable meetings with unknown people, panic attacks, and ultimately losing my best friend because of …show more content…
But not every struggle goes on forever. I had my first sleepover in 6th grade. I recall my friend’s mom throwing the curtains open and squeezing me into a hug that surprisingly did not break my ribs. I made new friends after that horrid summer at camp. I have four wonderful friends who stick by my side no matter how much I stumble, and I am so grateful for them. More than anything, I am ultimately glad I endured that summer camp because it helped me to realize the true value of friendship, and has taught me how to help others in their times of need. I can approach a group of people whom I have never met before and immerse myself in their conversation, meeting new people along the way. I am no longer shy. I spend days away from home, hanging out with my friends and enjoying the time I have left before college. Overall, I have learned to deal with the way that I am going to be for the rest of my life with the help of others. I am most thankful however for the people who have stuck by me, and always wanted the best for me. Since my diagnosis, I have seen three different therapists who have each given me a new kind of hope that I will be able to do these things, it will just take