Me Myself and I Essay

Fighting Myself Can you imagine living everyday feeling like you don’t belong? Like you don’t have a place in this world. Like everyone is against you. It can feel as if your trapped in your own mind. It’s the feeling of being alone and feeling sad and mixed with so many other emotions, it’s overwhelming and it’s very common for women, most of us hide it and pretend to be the opposite of what we feel so we can get through our tasks. Some don’t even want to get out of bed and don’t know how to…

for me as a future C.E.O. means having life skills and abilities such as resilience, assertive leadership, being able to learn from your mistakes, being able to challenge myself, and being able to work in groups. These skills and abilities will be important in the future, especially in college and in my career as a C.E.O., because they will personally improve myself and how I problem-solve situations. Resilience will be necessary to my future because I will need to continue working hard when I…

In high school, I had no control of my emotional state. I have survived the sexual trauma and physical abuse from my childhood, but I could not express myself healthfully. I was only held together with duct tape and self-ignorance. I spiraled down, lost myself control, and who I tried to be. Not having control of my emotions has put me through countless troubles, challenge myself and loved ones, and lead me to discover and understand myself. From the ages five to eleven, I was inconsistently…

Writing has helped me through my hardest times. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with depression. My downfall began after my second semester at college. I realized that I was in school learning about something I had no passion for. I needed something to drive me, something to care for. I found that my only escape from the hole within me was to write and read. I began writing stories for myself while sitting in classes that dragged on. I needed an escape from heaviness, the grey. I remember…

It was less than four months ago that I arrived at Creighton University and began a new chapter in my life. Although my first semester of freshman year has passed quickly, I have learned a lot about myself. The people in my life, including friends, family, and teachers, and the numerous opportunities and resources at Creighton have influenced my college experience and have shaped my future plans. Several of the Jesuit charisms have also provided meaning for me during my transition into college…

informant and I disagreed and got different…

Time Between Times. I lounged in the same spot, an old patio chair minus the cushions on my back deck, and watched my kids come and go. They are a flurry of youthful exuberance. Fighting, screaming, yipping, laughing, and talking a mile a minute-- bare feet, bug bites, and snack-hungry tummies—they demanded and took but also gave kisses and breathless hugs. The sun shifted and changed as I watched. Shadows engulfed the yard. The sun and the moon faced one another. The time between times fell,…

Throughout high school, I was told the deadline to knowing what my future was going to hold was on graduation day. I found out that was not completely true. I received the determination for furthering my education during my semester off at work. I worked daily between hours eight am to three pm. After three pm then came in the high school and college students. Between eight am and three pm time frame there were generally people over forty working. I work at a grocery store and I stood at…

Before I began the day of no complaining, I was anxious. I took time to sit and reflect on what no complaining meant to me, and I realized that my conversations would be cut short. I realized that I perceive things, to occasionally, in a negative way. However, this exercise allowed me to have more time to focus on my attachment styles and self- serving prophecies. One thing that I learned about during my day of non-complaining is that I think that I have a secure attachment style. I decided…

they truly are great. I experienced this moment when I was about twelve years old, my first solo. I woke up that crisp, January morning knowing exactly what I had ahead of me. Waiting impatiently backstage, running through the steps in my head over and over again, a million emotions fluttering through me; joy, anxiety, desire. As they call my act, all those feelings vanished as though evaporating into thin air, and I am left with an empty stage, a single spotlight, and myself. Breathing through…