Entering her new school she was bullied by the people she called her friends, she no longer trusted people and when I initiated the argument that led to us not speaking for a year her situation became much worse. It was not until recently she started opening up to me about the feelings she had bottled up for years that she was finally able to
At this point, I became very depressed and almost never left my dorm. What eventually happened was I became so down on myself that I would barely get out of bed or eat. When it got this bad the one friend that stayed around told me that maybe I needed some outside help. It took some coaxing on her end, but I eventually went to the free counseling the campus offered. After about a week of talking with a counselor, I began to realize the mistakes I made and began to panic as to what I should do to fix them.
Of course by then, it was not called Sunday for me but the torturous "piano day." I had to practice all the morning before the lesson in the afternoon, and became totally exhausted in the evening. When it was finally over, I had great relief, as if an incredible amount of weight had been pulled from my shoulders. In those days, I never got to see the importance of having those lessons, practicing for hours, and even playing those tunes. As much as I tried, I could never find a way to enjoy it; it was no more than some never-ending horrible homework for me.
We talked every single week, sometimes several consecutive days in a row, and all I ever really heard about was frustrations with her boss and how askew the Bush administration was regarding the critical failures that were plaguing the framework of V.A. care. I’d hear her complain time and time again about the disastrous leadership of Jim Nicholson, the Veterans Affairs Secreta... ... middle of paper ... ...t for the mistake, but they were trying to make it look like the Texas V.A. made the error of not having things in place upon the service members return home. ‘God’, Lilly howled into the phone, ‘if things weren’t bad enough they blamed someone else for the mistake.’ She sobbed even harder to Jenna saying, ‘it was Tampa’s mistake, not Dallas!’ The day after the Woodruff documentary aired, the V.A.
Moving from home for college made me extremely depressed for quite some time. I was always thinking about my parents and making sure that everything was okay. Losing a loved one really changed me as a person. I have become so fearful about losing even more, so I start to worry about how everybody is doing. I’m never calm in any situation that occurs and hate to have conflict.
It was advice on how to deal with distant cultures, beliefs and religions; and it made sense in all aspects, but yet it was not important to anyone. To some, I had sinned. Now, two weeks later, things are still the same if not worse. The writing that I did was only a success to my distant friends, no one else. They observed the thoughts and messages that I had received, and were quite impressed and encouraged me.
But the cheerfulness that I felt, up until the point that my parents arrived, quickly vanished when I saw the tears in my mother’s eyes each time. This scenario lasted for the better part of my elementary school days and followed me to my new school when I moved. My mother’s tears haunted me at night, the joy I felt, when I got in trouble, soon fading when they came to mind. I soon realized that they were tears of disappointment, a realization that changed my world. When this realization set in, I knew that things had to change and that I could not continue on the path leading me down the road of self-destruction.
This was the hardest time for me. I was very confused and cried every day. My faith in God just about disappeared, and so did my mom 's dream of becoming a teacher. In my mind this tragedy didn 't only affect my family, but the entire community. Today, I watch my mom who is full of boredom and depressed.
I didn’t know how to help her through this difficult point in her life, which made me feel like a horrible best friend. The only thing I could do was encourage her. Every day I would ask her if she was okay and all she would say is “I’m fine”. I tried for so long to get her to talk about what she was going through. Day after day, it became more exhausting trying to keep the same bond we had for seven years.
Although I was learning well in the kindergarten, I always appeared more numb than other kids in playing and having fun. My parents were a bit worried about my condition, so they decided to send me to an audition lesson of piano. I cannot remember so vividly about the first few of my piano lessons. It was held in out kindergarten, with an unfamiliar female teacher sitting by the piano in a classroom with two side of the wall made by mirror. About the teacher, she was not the kindest, nor the best teacher I’ve ever met, but she was the one who introduced me to the world of piano.