I constantly stay ‘plugged into’ my recovery community in a variety of different ways. I know that it plays a huge part in my personal recovery in helping me stay clean and sober. A few of the ways I am able to stay connected are through hospitals and institutions, as well as picking up service commitments at my home group. I am a big advocate of H&I’s because they were a key component of my recovery when I was in treatment. I was tremendously inspired when I heard someone who was doing well in the outside world share their experience, strength, and hope.
I might always have health issues, and I may not ever be able to relax. However, that struggle and that desire to overcome has inspired me not only to get back to the person I was before the surgeries, but to better myself because of it. It’s that drive that inspires me to stay up studying well after the sun has set, to endure the pain during my physical therapy sessions, and most importantly to see that everyone must overcome adversity no matter how much it may affect their life. I see the way my mother put her entire universe on hold to care for me, and how agonizing that must have been to watch her daughter nearly slip away. I see the little girl with the plaid comforter, she was so tough, hoisting a smile onto her face when the rest of her body was in so much pain.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
Hey Priya as you know i was gone for week and missed a hefty amount of work which in turn made my grades drop significantly however what you don 't know (probably unless my guardians told you) that week i was gone i was actually placed into a psychiatric ward (heritage oaks) for that week due to my self harm i was deemed a danger to myself and i had to go to heritage oaks there i was put on anti-depressant because apparently i am depressed and i have been feeling this way for a while,ironically however since the anti depressants I 've been having a lot more suicidal thoughts and it makes it hard to work when your questioning whether i should live anymore and why should i do anything were all gonna end up dead, now i don 't really like to use
When I was eleven years old, I tore my anterior cruciate ligament, more commonly known as the ACL while playing in a football game. Being only eleven years old, this was a pretty unusual injury as most ACL tears do not happen until mid to later teens. Hearing that I tore my ACL was pretty devastating. I did not know much about it, but I knew enough to know I would be out of sports for a long time. The next nine months of my life were spent with one goal in mind: getting back to sports.
When I was thirteen years old, I found out that my dad had PTSD. Me being a little girl I did not understand what PTSD was. My dad has been in the Army for twenty-two years and has seen a lot of traumatic things which has caused him to have PTSD. PTSD is a Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) which is a type of anxiety disorder. It can occur after you have gone through an extreme emotional trauma that involved the threat of injury or death.
I want people to remember me as a very supportive person. Like a therapist. And I think a couple people will remember me that way because I have been very supportive and helpful to those who have needed me.
I feel awful and am in bed all the time, but so it goes. I feel so dreadful, like I just want to curl up and not exist. I just don’t know how I’m going to go back to Columbia and do high stress work. I can’t even make myself get up in the morning. I’m literally withering away, when I’m supposed to be making a recovery.
Growing up with mental illness they called me crazy, annoying, and angry. They looked at me differently. They’d even talk about it amongst themselves, but never offered guidance. That’s the problem with society these days. Everyone loves a party, but no one wants to clean up the mess.
I am still not fully recovered and I most likely won’t ever be, there will always be that little voice inside my head. I started my journey with addiction and recovery the summer before freshman year. Everything changed going into highschool. I started hanging out with different friends, I slacked in school, and my personality was trash.
Being the stubborn self I am, I persevered and got my dream job. Let me walk you through a day in my life to demonstrate the challenging obstacles I face every day. I start my day off bright and early, because I have the morning shift. The sun is on the verge of starting its day also. My favorite part about the morning is sitting on the
To most, Post-traumatic stress disorder is a phrase synonymous with war veterans and coping victims. But to me, PTSD simply sums up my childhood. My mother immigrated to the United States when she was twelve years old. An orphan of the Cambodian genocide, she was scarred mentally and physically by years of enslavement and inconsolable abandonment. My mother’s PTSD gave way to her everyday paranoia, and being raised by her has made growing up very challenging.
I force myself to wake up every morning at 5:30 am to go to band practice. I force myself to compete against the intellectuals of high school and the athletes in prestigious swim meets. I force myself to work in extreme conditions and high stress levels to hide how weak and moronic I truly am. Everyday is a day where nothing feels enough. A perfect day is a day where I finally feel flawless.
My number one greatest accomplishment was raising my four daughters on my own. (Opinion) Each of my daughters have graduated high school and have full-time employment. (Fact) Raising children as a single parent is a difficult task (belief) however, I kept each daughter focused on school and social activities enough so that they didn’t get into any legal trouble or become a teenage mother.
Everyone always says I just need to get up and eat breakfast or take a shower. That’s not the way it works. I just can’t get up. I argue with myself all morning telling myself if I could just get up I could do something. IF I could just get up I could do my homework or clean my room.
