Self-Reflection
In the middle of 8th-grade year, my Uncle Michael had a seizure and was put on life support. Even though the whole family knew that he had Kidney Failure and Diabetes, we prayed for a miracle. The whole experience happened rather quickly. In my family, it is our belief that if it is God’s plan let it be, so if it was His plan for my uncle to still be here, he would be. All of this happened a week before Thanksgiving, the time of the year when I should be thankful for what I have, something important to me is taken away. With this in mind, I fell apart on the inside. But on the outside I was still happy and cheerful Maia. I couldn’t fall apart on the outside because I had taken it upon myself to become the “rock” that my family needed. I hid the fact that I was hurting just as much as everyone else (maybe even more than the others) and it affected me greatly, even if it took almost three years to show. After my Uncle Mike’s funeral, a lot of family skeletons came out of the closet. These skeletons allowed my family to become divided, no one could talk to each other without some underlining remark or even have a civilized conversation. This went on for months but eventually things went back to normal, but with that, my depression slowly grew bigger and bigger. …show more content…
These two life events have impacted my life so much I now have a different outlook on life. Even though there are still some days where I don’t want to leave my room and be by myself, I know that it is important that I push myself to get out of that mood. If someone had told me that I would be studying at a Christian College I would have told them that they were crazy. But I know that God had a plan for me and this is where I am meant to be. To be honest I am happy that he put me through that journey because if he had not I wouldn’t be here today writing this
In the middle of 8th-grade year, my Uncle Michael had a seizure and was put on life support. Even though the whole family knew that he had Kidney Failure and Diabetes, we prayed for a miracle. The whole experience happened rather quickly. In my family, it is our belief that if it is God’s plan let it be, so if it was His plan for my uncle to still be here, he would be. All of this happened a week before Thanksgiving, the time of the year when I should be thankful for what I have, something important to me is taken away. With this in mind, I fell apart on the inside. But on the outside I was still happy and cheerful Maia. I couldn’t fall apart on the outside because I had taken it upon myself to become the “rock” that my family needed. I hid the fact that I was hurting just as much as everyone else (maybe even more than the others) and it affected me greatly, even if it took almost three years to show. After my Uncle Mike’s funeral, a lot of family skeletons came out of the closet. These skeletons allowed my family to become divided, no one could talk to each other without some underlining remark or even have a civilized conversation. This went on for months but eventually things went back to normal, but with that, my depression slowly grew bigger and bigger. …show more content…
These two life events have impacted my life so much I now have a different outlook on life. Even though there are still some days where I don’t want to leave my room and be by myself, I know that it is important that I push myself to get out of that mood. If someone had told me that I would be studying at a Christian College I would have told them that they were crazy. But I know that God had a plan for me and this is where I am meant to be. To be honest I am happy that he put me through that journey because if he had not I wouldn’t be here today writing this