<p>I changed schools a year ago and I used to live in CA. When that happened, I had a series of breakdowns triggered my interactions with my relatives here. I have a history of depression since grade school. I began isolating myself in 7th or 8th grade when I had this idea that I had to mimic the achievements of my cousins who were valedictorians of their high schools and I desperately wanted to be like them.</p>
<p>I devoted my lunches to studying or reading. I was very active in ECs in junior high. When I hit high school, things got more extreme. I needed to be perfect. I even cried once because I thought I couldn't join any clubs and that I was a failure! I laugh at that idea now. Anyway, I had a couple of breakdowns that year. Hmm... kids made fun of me and I isolated myself so those who didn't know me thought I was an irritable loner who couldn't make friends although I was quite popular in junior high. I stopped sports after a flurry of problems with the coaches and teammates. My family members thought I was just being a crybaby at various intervals or that I was just going through a phase. I believed this to a certain extent and was considering seeing a counselor. My siblings convinced me that I was just being stupid and whiny. </p>
<p>I was so happy when we finally moved. It was pretty rocky at the beginning, especially since I began to hate everyone and I became very irritable to my relatives that I was staying with because my parents hadn't moved yet. (I came early to sign-up for school.) They thought I was looney tunes. Hmm, I recall crying quite a bit. Ah, anyway, I was able to reinvent myself sophomore year and I hated myself midway. I was doing things to impress schools, which my very cynical sister pointed out, and I panicked. I felt like I lost my individuality in the process and I hated myself so much. Although, at various intervals, I felt so great for what I was doing- especially volunteering. Plus, I was getting recognition from the local news station and teachers and my peers were very proud of me. </p>
<p>In the midst of all of this, there was my depressed mother who, with her bad relationship with my father, cried in secret, which she mentioned to me so that I could feel sorry for her or something of that nature. I really couldn't empathize and I felt tired of hearing her stories because I felt she was being a weakling and that we were blessed to be in our situation. (You see, all of her family is in CA and the ones in WA are from my father's side.) I got really tired of it and I didn't know what to do! How was I supposed to deal with a 46 year old woman's problems and her crises?! So, as I was trying to get out of my own problems I had the burden of trying to deal with my mother's. </p>
<p>Anyway, my sophomore year ended and I was able to make a small number of acquaintances. I had some problems with the club I founded and its members. It was really silly and I can't believe it got so out of control- club officer bureacracy. I ended the year with straight A's somehow and I was quite burnt out. (When third quarter hit, it was just a downward spiral.) </p>
<p>When my sophomore year was ending, I had a very loud, irritated, angry, and hysterical episode with my family members where I was bursting into tears and cutting flowers and screaming and eventually, crying in my room. After that, they had just thought I was crazy- especially my father. I was intending to see a counselor, but I left a whole summer and 1 month before I actually saw one. </p>
<p>I did a couple of summer programs and even a leadership conference at a UC. I also volunteered at a camp for one week. It turned out to be disastrous for me because I'm very introverted and I really did not want to engage in any social activities. I was very much in isolation for the last several years and frankly, I'm not a dancer. The programs occured one after the other and I was still fulfilling some duties for a volunterr organization because I had a council position there and I was doing this in CA. (laugh) I was already drained and tired after school ended and I wanted Daydreaming 101 time. </p>
<p>The summer ended too quickly. School was about to begin and I was doing four chapters of APUSH work plus 2 essays for a novel for AP COMP/LANG TWO DAYS BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED! Hmm... I signed up for CC classes as well. During the last few months, I've had my fair share of goal-driven days sprinkled with bouts of depression- worthlessness, suicidal thoughts, and the works. I put too much on my plate for academics and I hadn't done any extracurricular activities that I thoroughly enjoyed in years. I stopped everything that I was doing at that point. </p>
<p>I started seeing a counselor in September. Right now, I'm trying to piece together my academics.</p>
<p>"the term shrink (from "head shrinker") is a (sometimes offensive) slang term for a psychotherapist." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrink%5B/url%5D">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrink</a></p>