Recovering wasn’t hard, the hardest part was keeping my strength. Through my surgery soccer has taught me many things that I use outside of soccer. One thing it taught me is to never quit, not just from the recovery but from many thing. I was very the best on the
The day I had knee surgery. On February 14th my mother woke me up with a smile on her face to lighten the mood a little, because the next morning would be the day that I would have my first surgery ever. I was really clam in the morning like any other day. It really didn 't hit me that I would have surgery
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.
Tearing my ACL made me focus on becoming the best that I can be in every aspect of my life. This also allowed me to realize what I really want to do in life, which is to help people recover from the injuries and setbacks that they have encountered. With the injury of my own I would never know that this is something that I wanted to do seriously. Now with the experience that I have from my own therapy and recovery I want to be able to help other recover as
"Waking Up from Abuse" Awakening to the reality that your entire life has been a lie is about the harshest wake up call you can get. I speak from experience. I've actually done it twice now. The first time I "woke up" was when I finally realized I was the survivor of childhood narcissistic abuse.
I am a much healthier and more considerate person because my overall mood all the time is much happier. This experience has also greatly influenced my career goals. I have realized that I love to help people and also that getting an injury is one of the worst things that can happen to a
Before my dad’s death in 1989 I had suffered from mental, sexual, and physical abuse at different times, from different people. I blamed him for not stopping it, for not saving me, and his death added to my pile of excuses to fail. An alcoholic right from the start, I learned how to drink like the pros around me: as fast as I could until the bottle was empty. I found this fun and the lack of accountability was empowering. I hated being weak and I especially hated being the victim, so I became manipulative, and took advantage of the weakness of others.
It wasn't until several months later that I was cleared by my orthopedist to return to running. In retrospect, I found that my time spent while I was injured served to enhance my capacity as an athlete, but more importantly as a teammate. In my inability to help my teammates through competing, I was able to support my teammates in a manner which affected real change and would enhance the team as a whole for many years to come. We often refer to Cross Country an individual sport because you are your only opponent as you race against your personal record. However, standing at the finish line while cheering on my teammates as they crossed that final threshold, I felt more a part of a team than ever
A Scarred Past Smoke filled the air, the smell filling me with anxiety. I heard pounding. The door opened and- "Flight 192, New York to London, is preparing to land. " I took in the unfamiliar setting as I began to become more conscious from my nap. I sat up, moving my long, brown hair out of my face.
I then had to force myself to rest as much as possible to try and get healthy for my first season of high school basketball. During the time of rest, I really got to learn how important friends and family can really make your life better. Both friends and family helped me strive to get better through physical therapy and getting the possible rest that I need to be able to make a full recovery from the injury. Mainly, the hardest part was me making myself not be able to play when knowing the opportunity to play with my teams was still there even though I was hurt. A main part of my life after the injury was keeping in touch with my families at all time, because they are one of the most important things in your
When I partially tore my ACL I had to show grit not to give up playing football. It was during warmups for a football game in 7th grade. The offense was all lined up with me as an outside receivor with Derrick on the inside. When Nick hiked the ball I raced to the cornerback ,who happened to be Ethan Goodwin, and started blocking him. Then the whistle blew so I looked over at Nick to see what happened and realized that that he had just thrown the ball.
Although I have had many injuries growing up, there is one that particularly changed my life for the better. The injury occurred when I was playing eighth grade football. It was August and we were scrimmaging Westfield; a very good team that had a lot of big players. The coach called me onto the field to play fullback, which means that I was probably going to carry the football. As I was running onto the field my heart started to beat a little faster.
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.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
If there was a way for me to share every detail of my mental health journey, people wouldn’t believe me. They would think I’m exaggerating. I’ve been to countless numbers of doctors in all different states and I’ve been admitted to hospital after hospital which insurance wouldn’t always cover. When I was eight, doctors diagnosed me with a severe case of Tourette Syndrome and OCD. There was no way they could prepare me for what was ahead, there wasn’t even much they could do for me besides prescribe pills.
