In my lifetime,I was struggling with depression and I didn’t have very many people to talk to about it,it all started in junior high up until now.I felt like nobody liked me or just simply didn’t like me in general but that’s not the only reason I also think negative all the time.Over time I just have to learn that life is hard and I may fall down but I just have to pick myself back up.My life hasn’t always been easy I don’t really talk to many people like I use to I don’t even go out of the house anymore other than school I constantly isolate myself in my room and never come out I just trap myself in there I don’t even talk to my parents really because of this.I eventually started overcoming it I mean I still don’t talk to many people but…
“I can’t wait to be a senior” was something I would say whenever I walked into my anatomy class full of seniors who did nothing at all but every time I would Jesslyn would stop me, cock her eyebrow, make a ‘you are kidding me right?’ face and say “be careful what you wish for” and I’m now understanding what she meant. Learning responsibility, independence, and how to deal with stress is the most difficult for me coming into senior year.…
This is an informal essay giving readers an insight on my support system as a child. The things that helped me feel safe as a child. Resources in the neighborhood that helped me grow and blossom. Insight on why I may think the way I do. The focus is to analyze me so I can put aside anything that may hinder me as a Social Worker.…
Depression is a very serious thing ,I should know especially because I’ve gone through and still deal with depression in my life. The first time depression hit he the hardest that left me at a point of a life changing decision not just for myself but for the people around me was during near the end of my seventh grade year. Events took place before that event I was told I was probably going to have to move schools the next year leaving my friends behind and having to be alone with no one. That year ended and I was left thinking I was going to be alone and I lost a few people who meant alot to me. During the summer things got worse. I was alone only able to think about what had happened and not having anyone to talk to ,I truly felt alone.…
To accomplish my goal I did some refreshment my nursing skill and producers before clinical. I reviewed my nursing skill and procedure to refresh my brain about how to administer parental injection, the right site for IM and S/C, and size and length of needles. I reviewed my health and physical assessment videos and review my nursing skill notes how to assess head to toe and pain scale, Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) and CIWA Scale which helped me a lot to refresh my skills. Also, I looked up my previous clinical worksheets which reminded me some nursing diagnosis and…
Success through struggle is a story of one young soldiers attempt at something great. Through the struggles that I endure in this story of my attempts of joining an elite military organization are a testament to Army Values and the warrior ethos. You will learn that even if you do not succeed at first you will find success in other avenues. This story is not for quitters it is for those who enjoy tales that show triumph of the mind, body, and spirit.…
“Just because the going gets rough doesn’t mean you have to give up,” our pastor advised us this past Sunday. The highlight of my entire weekend in one simple yet deep sentence.…
My emotional wellness has come so far for my goals. I have learned to accept myself for my body and my mind. On Halloween, I wore my Wonder Woman costume without a second thought. Every day I dress up for myself and no longer care about the opinion of others when I look in my closet. My value always counted on my grades and test scores since elementary school. These days I still value my grades, but do not value my personal worth solely on them.…
In 7th grade, I began experiencing severe panic attacks. They began small; my hands would go numb, I would tune out everything, and I would feel disconnected from the world.…
According to this test my communication style under stress consists of avoiding and controlling. From the accompanying table I find that these two less-than-perfect strategies of handling crucial conversations only affect me slightly. When it comes to avoiding, I do not ignore the real issues; however, I sometimes avoid subjects that are not necessary to solving the main conflict. For controlling, I do like to get my point across, but I will not force my ideas and opinions on others nor will I actively encourage people to share their ideas. None of the methods for controlling pertain to me.…
Time is winding down and the past thirty nine weeks has been nothing short but amazing. It has been full of different emotions and feelings. From the stretching of the skin to the sudden movement I have never felt before. It was all a new experience, but the feeling was indescribable. After a restless night, the sunrise appeared before I knew it. The pain was unbearable, but after several hours and a couple of good pushes you were here. I was extremely exhausted, but the relief was absolutely amazing. At first sight I fell in love with you. Not for how you look, just for who you are. I never thought I could feel affection like this. What is this? Is this how it's assume to feel or even resemble? It's kind of insane how you, only one individual,…
As Ponyboy and I walked into the park, I knew something bad was about to happen. I could just feel it. My stomach was in knots and I just wanted to go home into my warm bed and just sleep. But I knew that wasn't going to happen, not right now. I knew I was right when the Socs came towards us with their blue mustang and their loud obnoxious voices. They got out of the car and started staggering towards us. They were drunk and looked terrible. We had two options run away or fight back. I was leaning towards the first one but sadly I knew that wasn't going to happen when I saw we were surrounded by five drunk Socs. They wanted to torture us, not only that but kill us, they wanted to get their sweet revenge on us. They grabbed Ponyboy and stated…
Have you ever had a reoccurring challenge in your life? The one that sticks out the most is my challenge to still get on and ride with my knee. Every time I ride it could be my last. I still get back on every time though.…
I used to live my life in fear. With every step I took, I felt like I was disappointing someone, somewhere, whether it be my family or some stranger I saw walking down the halls. My existence was one big failure, and I never really understood why I expected so much of myself.…
When I went in for my appointment with a mental health counselor, all I was given was a name, Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). I was not given any specific way to get better, and I slowly realized that if I was going to get better, it would be up to me. I need to be more honest with myself and who I am. After today, this diagnosis became a part of who I was. From here on, I need to focus on becoming the best version of myself. Sometimes it is too much for me to deal with on my own, so I put my worries onto other people. I can’t do that anymore because I lost so many friends from this. Today was a start. Even though this is just a step, I am still moving…