<p>Prompt: Describe the world you come from for example your family, community, or school and tell us how it has shaped your dreams and aspirations. </p>
<p>Not everyone comes from a supporting family, safe community, or an exceptional school. None of that should ever be counted against them. All that matters is the person they are inside not out. Majority of the time a person cannot help or change where they come from, it is just who they are.
Growing up for me was exciting and easy until I was 6. You are probably wondering why that age. My father died of congested heart failure. It runs in my family and it has impacted a few members already. His death damaged me incredibly, even though I did not understand what was going on. After that incident my life had changed a few years later, not for the better.
My mother is still alive and we have not had the ideal relationship in years which has had a huge impact on my life. Even though I try so hard to act like I have no feelings and I do not care in reality it hurts. When I see my friends and even family members with supporting parents especially a mom all I can do is wish my mom could be that way with me full time. My mom and I argue and I will admit I do disrespect her and I am not saying it is right but I have lost all respect for her.
To be so young I have been in situations and seen things that I probably should not have. From abusive relationships to arguments every night to breaking up altercations. As a kid your parent’s issues should never become your problem. Evidentially my mom’s issues with her boyfriend became my problem. I remember them going out on school nights then coming home at late hours of the night drunk and eventually arguing. With alcohol in their system it made the arguments include more than words. When I first witnessed my mom get hit I did not know what to do, I was lost. It pained me so much but what affected me even more was the fact that she took him back time after time and there was nothing I could do about it.
Sympathy is one thing I truly despise. When people ask me what is my story? Or where did I come from? I do not like to speak on it because I never want anyone to feel remorseful for me. Even though I have been through a variety of situations, no matter how intense they were I learned a lesson each time. In a weird kind of way I appreciate that I went through the things I did because it made me who I am today.
Just to make things clear I am not trying to make my mom look like the “bad guy”. We use to be close and I could talk to her about anything. She supports me... just only to a certain extent. That is where everything goes downhill at. We take 2 steps forward and then get pushed 10 steps back. Perfect or imperfect relationship, as a mother she should always support her child 100%. As I grew older it does not affect me as much because I learned to support myself and never depend on anyone.
Before my dad passed away he informed me and my sister to never depend on anyone except ourselves because depending on someone else for everything will not get you far. It impinged me once I had no choice but to only depend on myself.
Going through the obstacles I did didn’t bring me down, they made me push myself harder to accomplish my goals and learn how to transform blemishes. A quote that I live by is “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger”. After all the rain I see nothing but sunshine and I am as strong as ever. </p>